When Mary and I first moved in together she had a Turkish Angora cat name Sam, he ruled the house. Yes, even my loving Roxi (Rottweiler) cowered to the mighty Sam.
We named him Sam's little Ink Spot or Inky for short. Little did I know how much he would be just like Sam. From day one he was confident, headstrong and thinking he was in control. We put him in the wash room located in the basement where we kept the litter box, cat food and water bowls, hoping he would learn to use the two cat doors to get from the basement to the family room. It took very little time for the tasmanian devil child to run through the wash room cat door, up the stairs and burst into the family room through the second cat door. Inky had arrived!
|L-R, Jake Inky Roxi and George|
It didn't take long for Inky and Roxi to bond, they were best buds. They slept together and played together. Inky sat by Roxi's side when I came home and found Roxi had finally fallen to Cancer. Maybe that's why we bonded like we did, Roxi was my baby girl and he didn't let her be alone. After a short time we decided on bringing another puppy into our home and brought home Maggie, our Italian Mastiff. Inky quickly bonded with Maggie and they, like he and Roxi, became very close.
Maggie helped Mary and I heal and I think it really helped Inky too. Unfortunately we lost our Maggie to kidney failure following a teeth cleaning surgery at just eight years old.
As time marched on we wanted to fill the void of not having a dog and we were very fortunate to find our Ziva girl. We brought her home and introduced her to the cats and while giving her a good sniff Inky latched on her muzzle letting her know who was in charge. We were shocked, he loved Roxi and Maggie. It took a few weeks but they eventually bonded and from that point on Ziva was his dog. The daily head bumps and sleepy time together seemed to comfort our boy.
|Inky and Jake|
|Inky and George|
This past summer, May of 2017, we noticed Inky was loosing weight. With a follow up to the vet our boy was diagnosed with cancer. As if it wasn't bad enough he had become diabetic earlier in the year. So the regime began; pills, pastes, special foods, antibiotics and appetite stimulants. The tasmanian devil boy did not like be handled for any of that nonsense and his health declined.
|Ziva and Inky|
|Our security team, Inky and Ziva|
On February 8th, it was time to let go. The last few days he had pretty much quit eating and didn't want to be in the same room with us, he was telling us it was time. Mary and I spent his last moments together at the same clinic that did so much to help him. As much as it broke our hearts, he passed quietly and peacefully.
I had many nicknames for our boy, some good, some funny and some I shouldn't repeat. We both will miss our Inky boy very much. I'm sure he has found his canine girls, Roxi and Maggie waiting for him at the rainbow bridge to once again head bump, play and cuddle with.