Mourning Blu

We lost our beloved cat Blu tonight to a coyote.  He ate him right in our own front yard, around 9.  After dark.  Blu loved being out at night, and it was a full moon which always drew him.  He never went far most of the time, and true to form he stayed in the yard tonight.  But it wasn't safe for him.  I found his collar and tufts of his hair by the fence to the backyard.  I've seen him climb that spot and go over the wall a hundred times, so I'm sure he was attempting that one last time.  Coyote was too fast for him, and he nailed him.

We didn't miss saving him by much.  When my spouse went out the front to look for him, he saw the coyote run across the street with something in his mouth.  We investigated, and found one front paw, then the other front paw about 30 feet away where the Coyote dropped it.  It was surreal, looking down at those paws.  Like looking at a chicken leg, but I knew right away it was a piece of Blu, it was his flame point tipped paws with white hair.  I petted it. (and then I proceeded to get drunk.)

Seeing his paws in isolation like that without the rest of his body, I first thought well this can't be Blu, these legs are way too big for him.  Oh my heart just breaks remembering it.  I went home and got walmart bags, and bagged them up.  Then what else to do, but put what was left of him in the trash.

Do you take two paws to the vet to send off to get cremated?  That's what we did with our other beloved cat that passed this summer, but then we had his whole body.  What's the right thing to do for just two paws?

I went back out later on to examine the crime scene some more, and that's when I found the internal organs and the area where Coyote ate him.  Coyote took him about 10 feet away from where he grabbed him and ate him.  Right in our own front yard.  I found pieces of his insides, the only one I could identify for sure was his intestines.  I thought at first it was a human ear, but on closer examination I could see the poo oozing out the ends and realized what it was.  Lots of blood on the grass where the coyote made his meal.

I'm so so sorry, Blu, that your last minutes alive were spent in terror and that you didn't have a chance to go out peacefully in our arms surrounded by our love.  Know that we love you so much!

Poor Spud, I know he was out there with Blu and saw it going down.  As best as we can tell, he got away.  I didn't find any evidence that he had been consumed as well, so we think he's freaked out and in hiding somewhere.  Stay there, little Spud, until after the sun is well up in the sky, then it will be safe to come home.

Blu was a great cat.  A cantankerous Siamese.  We got him when he was a few weeks old for our grandson, so he would have his own cat in our house.  And they did bond, had lots of fun watching the two year old playing with the baby kitten.  One scene I remember well, because I saw it repeated many many times.  He would be in the glass shower stall taking a shower and playing, and Blu would stand outside on his hind legs and pawing at the glass with his front legs, trying to get in.  We'd open the door, but he wanted no part of the water.  Close the door, and he'd start pawing again.

Blu was my spouse's cat, too.  He spent many a night nested on his chest in the bed, or curled up on his lap in a chair.  He had that Siamese cat meow, too.  If you've ever been around a Siamese you know what I mean.

One of his other funny traits was how he really didn't like my youngest daughter, and would hiss and swipe at her when she was around.  She would egg him on, too, and he would get that much worse.  Over the years he warmed up to her, and was not nearly as hateful to her, but she could still get a rise out of him.

My last memories today of Blu were seeing him nested on my husband's chest this morning, and seeing him sleeping on my chair in my office today as I worked.  Last time I saw him alive, he was asleep on my chair when I went to eat dinner.  I wish he was still there.

Blu came to us in June of 2006, and he left this world on October 29, 2015.  We had a great 9 years with him, may he rest in peace.  Go play with your buddies Harry, Gilly and Indiana, Blu.

Blu trying to get in the shower

Blu's first day in his new home

What a sweet baby!

He did like to pose for photos!

Was always the master of his territory - loved to sit on this post and survey the neighborhood

Also loved to groom the other cats.