Been meaning to write about Tony but never got around to it because I didn’t want to face the photos or videos of him.
However, today is brothers’ day in Portugal and there’s no better day than this one to talk about him.
Tony was a cat, my cat.
When I was ten years-old I went through a rough time and I was always in a state of panic. I didn’t have a normalsy or routine and was unpredictable, even to myself. Leaving the house was difficult for me at that time, everything triggered me.
One saturday, I was feeling better so my mom and grandma took me to sunday school and church. That day, my panic was subsided and so, I was peacefully doing all my activities.
To reward my good behaviour, my mom took me to my aunt’s house. She had about four kittens running around and I got to chose one.
One with blue eyes and orange nose caught my attention right from the start. He also was terrorrising his sisters so, I knew right away he wouldn’t be an easy-peasy cat.
But I still chose him.
My dad was the one to give him a name. According to him the name ‘Tony’ came to him in a dream. We made that dream a reality. That little kitten was now Tony GT Sabino Da Silva, one of us.
I still remember the day he came home. I put a blanket on my lap and he immediately took his first-of-many nap in my lap. I was so happy. He seemed happy too.
His first collar was one of my bracelets from when I was four, that’s how tiny he was.
This is the video of one of his christmas with us. We had a little too much fun that day.
His personality was very strong but that is one of the reasons I love him. He taught us how to show respect.
In September of 2019 I had to say goodbye to Portugal to go to the UK again and knowing that Tony was really sick, I said goodbye to him. I cried so much and hugged him and pet him as if I was not to see him again. He just kept looking at me to ‘open the door to the living room’.
He died a month ago. One week before I was to come back to Portugal.
The house feels so empty.
I miss you so much Tony.
I miss your incredible camouflage skills and your weird fur that had three colours in just one strand.
I miss being scared to go to my bedroom because you would sneak up the stairs and wait to attack me.
I miss having my clothes with your fur because you would make them your bed even with your four beds around the house.
I will miss putting up the christmas tree with you and having crap all over the living room that you played with.
I miss you lurking around and then jumping to my lap to sleep for hours on end.
I miss your ongoign fight with ‘Roomba’, the vaccum cleaner.
When it was cleaning around his bed he would turn it off. I can relate to that, no one likes to wake up to an annoying vaccum cleaner.
I miss waking up to my dad singing your name and whistling while making lunch.
I miss getting worried everytime you went to the garden because you might run or get in a fight with another cat.
I miss your cross-eyes.
But most of all, I miss you. Your company and that little orange nose scavenging the house.
Never going to forget that little/big personality of yours.
I hope you are in a better place now and that you are safe and with someone/something you love because I will always love you little brother.