I didn't like him at first glance. Mistrust written all over my face. I was a dog-person. How could I trust this feline that just hissed at me? I just did not like Trouble.
Over the next few years, he proved me wrong. When Ginger died on Christmas Eve, he came and sat with me. When Max died so tragically, he came again and sat with me. Maybe I took awhile to like this streetwise fella, but he was one smart cat.
Who got 4 not so handsome firefighters climbing up the roof of the sheltered walkway? Trouble! Who opened the fridge in the middle of night to steal the anchovies? Trouble! Who found a way to escape by jumping out of my window to get to the corridoors? Trouble! Who got his claws stuck under the fridge one day and whined till he was helped? TROUBLE with a capital T.
You grew weaker and weaker in the last 6 months but you never gave up living! You were tenacious right up to your very last breath. I am so proud of you, my dear friend because you are a true warrior. When the life was drained from you, I saw a beautiful heave of relief from your lips.
Thank you for keeping my mom company in the years when I was away in Perth. Thank you for listening to me cry when I lost the two young ones. Thank you for allowing me to walk with you for the last part of your journey. I am honoured to be one of your nurses to clean when you messed up and to be your undertaker to embalm you.
Perhaps right now, you are playing with Max and Ginger... meeting new friends like Lucky and Milkyboy. Wherever you are, I know you and I are linked forever. I live to continue to tell a tale... When Trouble came... he lived an adventurous life and left a legacy of courage and tenacity for life!
Thank you, God for taking my suggestion of bringing Trouble home in time for the great celebration of Singapore's 48th birthday!
Remembering a dear friend...