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GameboyRMH
GameboyRMH PowerDork
9/29/12 9:43 a.m.

Patches was originally our neighbors' cat (we think he was a stray before that) and we'd see him sometimes when he'd come into our yard or the neighbor kids would bring him over. This neighbor family was immensely messed up, the husband beat the wife and got the kids involved, threw wild parties where one nights' activity was throwing a big volley of empty beer bottles onto our metal roof, etc, and we later found out that the little boy was pretty rough with poor Patches.

One day they moved out and left him to fend for himself in the bush. About a month later my sister took him in against my parents' wishes, which of course pissed everyone off but I wasn't against having a cat and kind of wanted to take him in too. When we got him I was maybe 11-13 years old.

He wasn't a big attention-seeker and liked to play rough, but he was always playful and would be willing to cuddle if you picked him up.

His favorite hobbies were hunting when he was younger, but always fighting. Other cats, small dogs, probably even large dogs, anyone who got into his territory was fair game for a beatdown, and he usually did beat them down, although he picked up a few injuries along the way. When he was younger his tail got bitten by a dog and about 3/4 of it to be amputated, so he had a short tail most of his life. One time he got his butthole scratched and had to get it stitched up. Just earlier this year he got a nasty cut on his face that needed to be stitched up.

So throughout the many years we had him, it was pretty much the same story, he's spend his days hanging out in the yard, playing with and being the boss of any other cats we had, he'd meet me at the driveway when I got home and follow me in to get some human attention inside (my dad says he doesn't do that with anyone else), sit with you if you were doing something (this was the cat that liked to hang around when I was working on cars) then he'd head out for Kitty Fight Club.

We had lots of fun playing with him when he was young, during summer vacation he'd get tons of attention. My mom always jokes about how we wasted 2 film rolls on cute things he did.

Even though my sister would annoy him a lot, she was the only person he was never rough with. He'd just sit and be a good lap cat with her and Patches was easily and obviously her favorite cat, she often lets him sleep in her bed. She would really spoil him like crazy.

Yesterday he was estimated to be around 16 years old, but he was still quite healthy and active, just not as agile as our 2 younger cats. If I found that he lay down on his cat bed and never got up one morning, it would actually be very surprising at this point, but not a bad way for an old cat to go.

But yesterday, late at night, I was in the shower and heard what seemed to be our dogs going berserk at the neighbor's dogs across the fence. This happens a few times per week. This time it went on longer than the usual couple of seconds, my family went out front to find out what's going on and my sister saw everything happen.

A pack of stray dogs had chased Patches from outside the property and managed to jump the tall wall into our yard (first time this ever happened - it was at a convenient height for keeping dogs out but not cats) and had cornered Patches. He has the option of hiding on the back patio that's "caged" with holes only big enough for a cat but he didn't get far after jumping the wall. My sister said two of them tried to tear him in half, she completely broke down into hysterics and started crying "They killed my baby" My dad rushed out and scared off the dogs but Patches was badly wounded and seemed barely alive. There are no vet's offices open around here at 1am on a Saturday so we could only take him to a vet's home nearby, probably to have him put down.

When we got there the vet said that to save him, he'd have to go into surgery immediately (not an option) and part of the treatment would involve wiring his jaw shut so it could heal, a harsh recovery for an old cat to live through. Maybe I'm being selfish but I would have liked to try that and see how it went if we had the option, he was living a good life and seemed to have a few more years in him, but we didn't have the option anyways. I was standing by and my dad was patting his head as he was put down, but I don't think he'd really been conscious for a while at that point.

After seeing other members' cats die at younger ages recently, I got thinking that I didn't have any recent pics of him. I never did get one. I caught him in a grainy pic taken April this year, newest besides that is from 2009:

That's him on the left. Pic was taken in night shot mode with my old phone.

This one's from 2007, again he looks pretty much the same as he did yesterday morning. That's super-adorable younger Tammy on the left again, no he's not her father.

Here he is with our crazy cat Thor who lived hard and fast:

Here here is sticking his tongue out at you:

And finally, a good pic my sister staged of a younger and chubbier Patches:

mattmacklind
mattmacklind UltimaDork
9/29/12 10:15 a.m.

I'm sorry to hear about your cat.

One of my cats also died this year. He was approximately 21, and just couldn't keep up with life anymore, couldn't keep food down and was growing listless and wasting over the month or so before, and he had also become a little "alzheimerish". I had him euthanized. I got him when I was a sophomore in college, 1993 or 4, and he was at least 2 then. No early digital pictures, but these were the last photos taken at the vet and his age shows. he had trouble standing and keeping balance.

Pets are such a double edged sword.

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Giant Purple Snorklewacker
Giant Purple Snorklewacker MegaDork
9/29/12 10:16 a.m.

That is awful. Sorry man. RIP Patches.

Curmudgeon
Curmudgeon MegaDork
9/29/12 10:26 a.m.

Damn, sorry to hear about this. At least he had many years with decent humans.

mndsm
mndsm PowerDork
9/29/12 10:26 a.m.

Sounds like he was a BOSS when he lived.

Lesley
Lesley PowerDork
9/29/12 10:27 a.m.

How sad. So sorry, Patches sounds like quite a character.

ransom
ransom SuperDork
9/29/12 10:28 a.m.

I'm sorry. That's a hell of a shock to the system.

I know it's not much of a consolation, and it sounds like Patches was a tough one, but I have to imagine that episodes like last-ditch surgery and having to put up with a wired-shut mouth are really, really hard for a poor critter who can't get an explanation of what's going on. It probably wouldn't have been much fun for him. So even if your hand was forced with no good options, I suspect you did right by him.

Again, I'm sorry.

Luke
Luke UberDork
9/29/12 11:00 a.m.

If Patches's life was an action movie, I think that's how it might've ended - way outnumbered in a final showdown, brave to the end.

RIP Patches

motomoron
motomoron Dork
9/29/12 11:23 a.m.

Aww - you and Patches both lived up your respective ends of the bargain - A life well lived, and a life enriched.

Our beloved trixie - rescued as a 2-3 week old feral kitten w/ her littermates from under an abandoned Jag XJ6 behind the motorcycle shop where I was working 16 years ago - was diagnosed w/ early stage kidney failure a couple months ago. We agreed we'd try giving her sub-cutaneous IV fluids to seen how she responded, but we initially thought this was sort of a heroic measure and potentially would make us feel better than her.

We were wrong.

2 months in it's like she's un-aged by a few years. She obviously feels very good, her appetite is back to normal, and she's the manic little hug-monkey she's been all these years.

We know it's not going to work forever, but it's compensating for the diminished kidney function, and slowing the degradation. And it gives us more time to wrap our heads around the inevitable end.

The animal companions will make life better and break our hearts, that's for sure.

Lesley
Lesley PowerDork
9/29/12 11:35 a.m.

Hydrating my 16-year old siamese a couple of times a week prolonged his life by almost two years. As long as he was eating (albeit, I had to water down his food) and purring, I knew he wasn't ready to check out – despite people telling me I was keeping him alive due to misplaced sentimentality and it would be more humane to put him to sleep. I had to lift him up in my lap at the end, he was so frail, but he'd always pat my leg if I didn't... and was really content just to curl up and purr while I worked. He died quietly in my lap one night while I was at the computer.

friedgreencorrado
friedgreencorrado PowerDork
9/29/12 12:00 p.m.

I'm with Luke. Patches may have been the world's first Mixed Martial Arts fighting cat. Sorry to hear he's gone, sounds like one of a kind. RIP.

GameboyRMH
GameboyRMH PowerDork
9/29/12 12:31 p.m.

Thanks for the kind words everyone, it helps.

Yep, Patches was a BOSS. The boss of all the cats, and one of the dogs we had I think. My sister called him a cross between George Clooney and Clint Eastwood - a good looking and tough old guy I don't know who's going to keep the strange cats away from posh princess Tammy and giant softy Louie now.

Now that I really think about it, having your jaw wired shut would be an existential horror to a cat and putting him through that at this age wasn't such a great option.

Of all the pets I've had, he's the one I had longest and the one I spent the most time with by far, and the first one my family saw die from violence.

Appleseed
Appleseed PowerDork
9/29/12 12:52 p.m.

That cat was bad ass.

poopshovel
poopshovel UltimaDork
9/29/12 1:03 p.m.

So sorry man. I can't imagine how traumatic that must've been for your sister. Time to break out the shotgun.

bastomatic
bastomatic Dork
9/29/12 1:32 p.m.

You did right by that cat, yesterday and many days before. A terrible ending I'm sure, but you had a great adventure with Patches while it lasted.

Strangely enough our family cat Harold, who was originally a stray like Patches, died this week after 18 years. He was quite the dude, bet him and Patches are tearin' it up in the afterlife.

RIP Patches, RIP Harold.

Harold in the evening

N Sperlo
N Sperlo PowerDork
9/29/12 1:43 p.m.

Matt is right. Pets are a double edged sword. Got to love them too. Your story makes me tear up thinking of my babies. Hope you have a better week. Shadow my Bombay is sitting next to me and Isabelle my German Aussie is sitting at my feet as I type. My pets are true family.

turboswede
turboswede PowerDork
9/29/12 2:16 p.m.

Damn, R.I.P. Patches. Sounds like Patches went out like a BOSS though.

Mitchell
Mitchell SuperDork
9/29/12 3:13 p.m.

Until I moved into my current place, I didn't know that I could like cats. We grew up with dogs, and all the people I knew growing up had dogs.

Turns out, cats are pretty great. The neighbor has an outdoor cat who hangs out with me every time we cross paths. He sounds a lot like Patches, really. Tombo learned that to gain street cred, have the humans on your side.

Sorry for your loss.

joey48442
joey48442 UberDork
9/29/12 3:34 p.m.
Mitchell wrote: Until I moved into my current place, I didn't know that I could like cats. We grew up with dogs, and all the people I knew growing up had dogs. Turns out, cats are pretty great. The neighbor has an outdoor cat who hangs out with me every time we cross paths. He sounds a lot like Patches, really. Tombo learned that to gain street cred, have the humans on your side. Sorry for your loss.

Very true, The cred part. Our cats are strictly indoors, but there are a string of neighbor cats that we consider our "outside" cats.

Joey

BAMF
BAMF HalfDork
9/29/12 5:30 p.m.

We lost our old man Elvis in July. He was estimated to be around 20. He lived with my wife for most of that time, he was about a year old when he moved in with her family.

He did prefer men though, and we became friends pretty quickly. He was there to greet me in the bathroom sink every morning with a full report of the night's activities.

Hard to lose a good friend like that.

Hasbro
Hasbro Dork
9/29/12 9:27 p.m.

Jeez, ya'll are killing me. Hang in there, Gameboy, et al.

wbjones
wbjones UltraDork
9/30/12 6:27 a.m.

dangit ... I hate posts like these ... I used to be "tough" and could get through anything ... but now ? just reading your post and I find myself with tears leaking down my cheeks ...

guess all the losses over the yrs have lowered my toughness level ....

really really sorry for your loss

The_Jed
The_Jed HalfDork
9/30/12 8:52 a.m.

Condolences.

Patches sounds like one hell of a grizzled old cat. A honey badger in a cat's body!

oldsaw
oldsaw PowerDork
9/30/12 8:53 a.m.

So sorry for your loss, Gameboy. Patches had great keepers and lived a full life because of you and your family.

Just as I started reading this thread, my cat decided to jump up in my lap, lay on his back and start purring. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.......

Bobzilla
Bobzilla UltraDork
9/30/12 10:33 a.m.

I had a black cat like patches. He was "mine" and everyone knew it. He was also a fighter. We got him from a neighbor when I was 4, or 5 and he was a scraggly little kitten wild as hell. I was the only person he EVER let pick him up in all his life. He ruled the roost over any and all animals over e years.

i remember sitting on the back deck of mom and dads house petting him and he stood up, stiffened up then darted off towards the field. I stood up and saw 3 large dogs strolling across the back of the field and saw him darting straight towards them. I know one was a German shepherd mix and the others were just 70-80 lb mutts. Next thing I know all you can see is a flash of fur, teeth and tails. And the 3 dogs took off in separate directions. The shepherd's nose bleeding like hell. 5 minutes later here comes that stupid cat, not a scratch on him, curled up right next to me again and fell asleep to me petting him.

Luckily, I never had to make the hard decision with him. Wen his time came, he just left and never returned. Iirc he was about 13 when I last saw him. He was one damn fine cat.

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