Last year, when Ms. Christopher had to be put to sleep, I was in no emotional or financial shape to play host to my annual Halloween Movie Bash (or HMB, as it's known amongst my friends).
Fortunately, Superbadfriend and her husband, Scott, very kindly allowed me to shift the HMB from its usual venue, La Casa del Terror, to their place.
There was much fun and festivity that night, significantly aided and abetted by Superbadfriend's kitty, Ernie, who greeted me, JB and Dee upon their arrival and more than occasionally "worked the room" (i.e., stopped by each person to rub their legs and/or offer his head for petting), making an already comfortable and welcoming atmosphere even more so.
Ernie was always like that. I've visited Superbadfriend and Scott many times (either at their old place in Boystown or their current abode in Buena Park), and I never failed to get a friendly welcome from their feline companion.
Even when their other cat, Other Ernie (who passed a couple of years ago), hissed or even took a swing at me (because he could smell my kitties on me and took offense), Original Ernie never gave me anything but affection.
If a gentleman could manifest himself in the feline form, that would be Ernie--with a special emphasis on the "gentle" part of the equation.
Even in recent times, when Ernie's overall health declined due to kidney problems and caused him to lose a good deal of weight, he still made the rounds, giving everyone an opportunity to stroke his soft fur and feel his strong purr.
On the Sunday before Labor Day, we sat out on their deck, drank wine, ate brownies and generally had a grand old time. More than once during the course of the evening, Ernie wandered out, walking between legs and sticking his head between the bars of the railing to look down into the darkness below before wandering back inside.
Last night. Superbadfriend had do the thing all pet owners know they must do someday as part of the deal for all that unconditional love--she had to say goodbye to her sweet, furry, funny little friend after 17 wonderful years together.
He'll be missed by everyone who had the pleasure--the honor--of knowing him.
5 comments:
So beautiful. Very heartfelt and sweet. Thank you Ed. You've always been such a dear friend to us and our Ernies. For the record, Other Ernie liked you very much. He was a little threatened by your height, me thinks. :)
xoxo
Well written Ed. He was sweet. I'll miss him. *sigh*
A lovely tribute to a kitteh that I only knew in stories and pictures, but could feel his purrs and warmth long distance.
Godspeed Ernie. Play well with our furrbabies that were there to meet you.
Much love Superbadfriend & Scott. You gave him so much love and a good life. Always know that and hold it close to your heart.
Tears & Kisses,
Trix
Very nice entry, Ed. Thank you. Ernest Coltrane Hemingway and his twenty-eight toes will be greatly missed.
Gorgeous and sweet. They are lucky to have you as a friend. And we are all lucky to have known Ernie.
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