IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR JERRY CAT…

Jerry was 15 years old, and the oldest of our cats. He came to us through our daughter Dawn, who found him and his brother living in the basement of a Veterinary’s office. They had been taken in by the vet when the cat’s owner, an elderly women, had died. When they came to us they were both five years old and very over weight, so we named them after the fattening ice cream, “Ben and Jerry”.

After a few weeks of the cat’s learning to explore the outdoors, we lost Jerry to the woods. I thought for sure he would never find his way out. Everyday we would go into the woods and call for him and after three tearful and agonizing days, we heard a meowing coming from the woods. He made it home in good shape, except for some fur missing in the form of a circle on his back. He never took off again and always stayed close to the house. His brother on the other hand, was a hunter and liked to roam, one day a few years back, he never returned after going out after a rain storm.

Within that time, my other daughter came to live with us after moving from Boston and she brought along her cat named Max, who is pictured above with Jerry. Max was an apartment dweller and needed Jerry to show him how to stay safe while living so close to the woods. As our little tribe of cats began to grow, Jerry always was the father figure, the head cat, the teacher. Jerry did love his cat naps though, you could find him almost anywhere napping….

When Miss Kitty arrived, Jerry became her surrogate father while she spent the winter indoors.

We will miss you so much, but you will always live on in our memories and in our hearts, I am sure Ben has already found you in heaven.