Cookie's Cats

 

Cookie Monster was a great big English Golden Retriever. (They breed them with
Newfies to make them big and beefy.) Cookie was 125 pounds of pure love; he adored every person he ever met. He also had a profound love for cats. He couldn't have a cat because his dog brothers were fond of cats in the snack kind of way. I loved him to bits. I usually took him and his dog brothers, Paddington Bear and Noodle, out for a walk on the trail every morning and every afternoon.

Not so long ago, Cookie began having problems walking and it was discovered that he had cancer in both of his knees. His mom and dad, who loved him very much, still wanted him to go on special outings with me even though he could no longer walk with his brothers. So one morning I took
him to the park across from the cliffs where there is this large colony of stray cats. Cookie was very excited because he knew the cats lived there. So we crossed the street and walked over to the bushes and called to them. To Cookie's delight, there were several meows answering us back. So I sat on a rock and Cookie stood next to me as, one by one, several cats came out the the bushes and surrounded us. "Meow, meow meow". Cookie and I both knew what they wanted so I said, "It's good thing I have cat food in my car." So we fed the cats. Cookie was beside himself with excitement; his entire body was trembling.

So then every morning Cookie and I would go visit and feed "our cats", about ten of them. It made him so happy; it made the cats happy, too, because they got yummy canned food with lots of healthy supplements mixed in with it. It wasn't long before Cookie was no longer able to cross the street and walk over to the bushes. So I'd lay a blanket down in the grass under a shady tree right next to my car. The cats would always cross over to say hello and then Cookie would lay down on the blanket and watch me feed the cats. Then we would just snuggle together and watch them eat. Even when he could barely walk and was in pain he still wanted to go see the cats.

Cookie left this world about two months ago. But I am certain that he wants me to continue to feed "our cats". And I feel so close to him when I am with them. So what else can I do? They are Cookie's cats and I cannot leave them.