It was actually my sheepdog, Grett (now deceased) who found him. When I went out to do chores one morning, Grett kept trying to lead me to the old garage we use as a shed. He would look back at me, take a few steps, then look back again. I followed the dog and there was Sapphire, sitting up on a shelf. He was lost and afraid, also cold, hungry, and thirsty. I began putting food and water out for him, and soon he came down to greet me each day. He began letting me pet him, but it was a long time before I could hold him.
|"Brotherly Love Cats"|
A favorite photo I took of Sapphire (left)
and his friend Patches (right)
You may have heard of dogs that can smell tumors and such? Well, Sapphire kept insisting on putting his head on my wife Caryl's abdomen where she has a hernia. After surgery to correct this, Sapphire did not do that anymore. We believe he knew something was wrong.
About two years ago he had what we think was a stroke. We though we were going to lose him then, but he rallied and recovered. From then on he was a bit uncoordinated and sometimes confused, so we kept him inside the house unless one of us was outside to watch him.
About a month ago he began to slowly go downhill, eating less, sleeping more, and I knew the end was near. He slipped n and out of a coma until finally, around 3am on the Sabbath (Saturday), he crossed over. (It is strange how many of my pets have died on the Sabbath. Far more than would be mere coincidence. Perhaps it is because the sabbath is a taste of Eden?)
On Sunday morning, as is our custom, we buried him on our land, marking the grave with stones. Frost had already killed most of the flowers in the yard, but I found enough to decorate the grave. He will be sorely missed, and remembered as a wonderful friend.
You can make a donation to the ASPCA in Sapphire's memory at:
|Sapphire's grave, November 1, 2015|