Friday, October 26, 2012
Remembering Skylar and Lydia
In 2005, the Richs had to move to Florida. They and their daughter, Kayla, were devastated that they couldn't take Skylar and Lydia along, because they were going to be moving in with Mrs. Rich's mother (who was allergic to cats). Mrs. Rich asked Mommy to adopt the kitties, because "Skylar has already adopted you!" It was true! Of course, Mommy said yes, so when she moved in with Daddy the tuxedos moved in as well. Daddy even helped catch them when the Richs left.
They adjusted to inside life well, but Lydia was upset that her family had left her with these strangers. She ran away once, during a brief time living at the home where Mommy was nannying, but she only went one apartment complex away and still had her tags. Mommy went and got her, putting her in a backpack to carry her back. When Lydia moved with her brother Skylar to Daddy's, she hid. She also got back at her new surroundings by pooping on the couch. That all changed when Daddy started to have knee problems. One day he woke up to Lydia lying on his side, staring him in the face. She "told" him, "I know you're hurting, and I'll be here to take care of you."
From then on, until the day she died, Daddy was her person. She was his constant guardian, best cat friend, devoted nurse, and companion. Skylar's person, of course, was Mommy, until Lydia died. Then he took over Daddy in her place.
They were the reigning king and queen of the household, deferring to each other and taking care of the rest of the kitties. They helped raise fosters and permanent family, including Rori, Tabby, Carbon, Little Bit, Starla, and Smokey. Lydia trained Rori to follow in her footsteps as alpha cat of the household, and Skylar picked Starla to be his companion kitty after Lydia died.
Skylar and Lydia will live forever in the hearts of all who knew them. Many thanks to the Rich family for letting us know these two wonderful spirits.
Lydia died in Oct. 2008 and Skylar in July 2010.