Sunday, April 17, 2011
We had to say goodbye to an old friend yesterday. Our cat, Galileo was hit by a car and suffered a shattered pelvis. At 16 years old, it's not an injury he could have recovered from, even as stubborn and cantankerous as he was.
My wife raised him from kittenhood. When she saw him in a pet store and he locked eyes with her and yowled until he convinced her that she needed to meet him. She took him out to play, and, after a few minutes tussle, he had her in an arm bar with her credit card between his teeth at the checkout counter. He had her wrapped around his (very loud and insistent) paw from that moment on.
I met him about 8 years ago. He, thankfully, wasn't in fighting shape by then and only managed to get me into submission with incessant yelling. He was the loudest cat I have ever met, and I include the Jaguar I met at the Denver Zoo. Despite my grumbling at his (very loud (notice a theme?)) insistence that it was time to go out at 4AM, I grew to love him, too.
His golden years were spent yelling and going between whatever laps would present themselves and yelling. He was also my football-watching buddy during the right season. I tried to convince him that the Bucs were the right team, but, naturally he decided to root for Jacksonville. Oh well.
I'll miss you, G-man.