Late last night (July 6) Judy and I walked out in the front of the house to check on some new flowers we planted. I went to go to my car to get some watermelon I had bought earlier in the day.
I looked over in the yard and saw Trent lying down. I called his name and got no response. I immediately knew something was wrong and called out “what is wrong Trent” at the same time I knew he was lifeless.
We are unsure what happened but Trent did in fact die last night. Our best guess is he was bitten by a snake. There was a small place on his leg and he was very wet like he might have been in the creek.
Trixie was Trent’s mother and he was born beside my bed one night while I slept. I recall waking up and she was having them right beside the bed. I moved them to a closet where she nurtured all of the kittens. I recall falling in love with Trent and hoping no one picked him. They wanted to but I held on.
Trixie was a great mother to him. Until his death Trixie would still treat him as her son. It was amazing to watch her bath him like he was still a kitten. She would sit back and allow Trent to eat first. They would often sleep together hugged up to one another.
In the middle of the night I guess it was around midnight my mom and Jennifer came over to be with me. Jonathan came home early from his evening and dug the grave alongside the creek. A all to recent site over the past year. He now rest next to Marshall and Dancer. This morning like always Marshall Lawn Care came and fixed up the grave for us.
Trent was more than 15 years old and lived a very “catful” life. I always told people he would eat a human if he could get his mouth opened wide enough.
Trent was truly all cat. He loved to hunt. Which was something I really didn’t like about him but it was just his natural instinct. I recall the time I came home from a late night horror movie. I walked in the front door and was shocked to see blood all over the kitchen floor. My hands trembled as I walked in only to find a nice bunny rabbit had become Trent’s latest meal.
I recall one night sitting in my office working. I heard Trent in the kitchen eating which was odd because it was so loud. I remember vividly thinking he must be hungry! After a few minutes he was still eating. So I got up and looked out the door and there sat Trent watching a possum eat his Meow Mix! I didn’t know what to do. I had no clue if a possum would attack or what to expect. So I called Dad. He laughed while I ran and jumped on the desk chair. While on the phone the possum finished eating and he came towards me down the hall way and back. I watched in amazement as he and Trent then simply walked out the door and off into the night. To the day I die I will believe that Trent and that possum were friends and played with each other.
I can also never forget the first time he brought in a dead animal at Judy’s house. For me it was nothing new but you can imagine what Judy and Jonathan thought! There were
squirrel's and chipmunks and lots of birds. A mouse or two here and there.
But I also remember how he would cuddle up with me at bed time. How he was always loving and loyal.
Yes cats have attitudes and Trent was no different he had an attitude of love for me and an attitude to live life to the fullest which he certainly did.
