In September, we were sad to announce
that Maureen and I had to say farewell to our beautiful and
beloved cat Sable. After 13 healthy years, he developed stomach
cancer, which was initially misdiagnosed as an infection (the
biopsies had come back negative). He had rallied for a couple
of months but took a turn for the worse in his last couple of
weeks. Hed been dropping weight, which ultimately found
him not really eating at all a disturbing development
for a cat that made so illustrious a career out of eating.
He spent his last night in the
hospital, where he was made comfortable and given a last meal
of tuna. His passing was very peaceful, thanks to the wonderful
staff at Central Veterinary Hospital in North Haven, CT. Maureen
held him in her arms as he gently and quickly slipped away,
purring to the last.
Such a fine puss was not just
a pet, but a member of our family; but even that would be an
understatement, for he was family to our Orders members
and to the parade of sword students frequenting our home. He
was our ambassador of hospitality, and there are many who will
remember him at gathers, working the crowd for a piece of cheese
or a handout from the feast table.
We adopted him (well, really he
adopted us) in 2005 when he was just shy of a year old. Someone
dropped him off anonymously at the office of a church where
we were assisting with a charity medieval feast. Maureen was
there to teach some of the church women a dance when, circling
the room, he chose to sit with her; he came to live with us
a few days later. Whoever his previous owner was must have treated
him well though, for he had an unflagging trust in people and
was as gregarious as some dogs even greeting us at the
top of the stairs when wed come home from our jobs and
always wanting to be in the same room as his humans.
He was a lover of milk (Simply
Smart milk not some cheap stuff!), cheese, cold cuts,
salmon, tuna, and, as a Christmas treat, duck. A champion mouser
in his prime, he slowed down a bit with age but never failed
to be remarkably affectionate. His purr could be heard across
a large room. Ive included some classic photos of him
When not meowing for food or attention,
cats are quiet creatures, and yet the house seems unnaturally
quiet now with him not here. Well miss our Minky Man terribly.
Thanks, little man in the fur suit, for more than a dozen glorious
years were glad they were good years for you too.
Rest in peace
Below is a gallery of some of
the highlights of his illustrious career ~