Post by lynxlady on Mar 16, 2017 13:41:56 GMT -8
Today, I had to say good bye to my "Monkey" as I called him.. Tarzan.
He named himself. He would come running to me every morning and hang on my bathrobe and swing.. I used to say to him.. you swing like Tarzan the monkey man.. and so he was named.
I rescued Tarzan from a breeder who was going to put him down..I had stopped to see her property for a friend of mine who was interested in moving here, we saw the sign on the way to the air port and I told my friend I would stop on my way home and find out about the property for her..the owner of the property bred exotic cats and if anyone knew she had a mistake breeding she would have lost her licence.. so when she was sick and in the hospital her cattery help made a mistake and put her Canadian Lynx in with her Bobcat. The litter was a mix so she had to put them down. I tired to take all of them but she would not allow it, as I was leaving a little paw reached up and I saw a tiny nose so as the lady went to the kitchen to get something ( I cant remember) but I saw my chance, I reached in the box and grabbed that little fur ball and put it in my pocket.. I had no idea if I had a male or female but it didn't mater.. It was reaching for me, and I took it.
He didn't have his eyes open yet but almost, I carried him in a papoose sling around my neck and fed him a bottle every 2 hours for over a week, day and night, then every 4 hours till he could eat and drink on his own.. we slept together. I loved him, brushed him and took care of him everyday since I picked him out of that box till I had to let him go today. We had 16+ years together, 16 years he would have never had and his litter mates never had so loosing him is very bitter sweet, I know he had a good life, but he leaves a very big void.. I have one of his sons "Lynx" and of coarse his daughter "Trinket".. so he has left me many wonderful memories and his bloodlines.
There is a big void at LovSpots as so many leave.
Rest well my Monkey man.. LOVE YOU !!
He named himself. He would come running to me every morning and hang on my bathrobe and swing.. I used to say to him.. you swing like Tarzan the monkey man.. and so he was named.
I rescued Tarzan from a breeder who was going to put him down..I had stopped to see her property for a friend of mine who was interested in moving here, we saw the sign on the way to the air port and I told my friend I would stop on my way home and find out about the property for her..the owner of the property bred exotic cats and if anyone knew she had a mistake breeding she would have lost her licence.. so when she was sick and in the hospital her cattery help made a mistake and put her Canadian Lynx in with her Bobcat. The litter was a mix so she had to put them down. I tired to take all of them but she would not allow it, as I was leaving a little paw reached up and I saw a tiny nose so as the lady went to the kitchen to get something ( I cant remember) but I saw my chance, I reached in the box and grabbed that little fur ball and put it in my pocket.. I had no idea if I had a male or female but it didn't mater.. It was reaching for me, and I took it.
He didn't have his eyes open yet but almost, I carried him in a papoose sling around my neck and fed him a bottle every 2 hours for over a week, day and night, then every 4 hours till he could eat and drink on his own.. we slept together. I loved him, brushed him and took care of him everyday since I picked him out of that box till I had to let him go today. We had 16+ years together, 16 years he would have never had and his litter mates never had so loosing him is very bitter sweet, I know he had a good life, but he leaves a very big void.. I have one of his sons "Lynx" and of coarse his daughter "Trinket".. so he has left me many wonderful memories and his bloodlines.
There is a big void at LovSpots as so many leave.
Rest well my Monkey man.. LOVE YOU !!
