I haven’t posted this yet, but I lost my stepdad to cancer last week. He was a tough old ox to the very end, and he never wanted anyone to know he was in pain. But this story I’m about to share with you isn’t about his bought with cancer, nor his life with us. Instead, it’s a story about a man and his cat! It’s a good story, trust me.
My stepdad, Jose, a landscape artist, was a cat lover!! I can’t even begin to tell you how much HE LOVED CATS!! I’m sure if he had his way, he would have adopted many cats, but my mom on the other hand, wasn’t exactly on the same page on that subject. They had some cats throughout the years, but it had been a long time, until eventually he started to be vocal about having a kitten of his own again.
It was two years ago when we finally got my mom on board with letting us get him a cat. When we saw that he would get my nieces toy cat and pretend to love it along with her… WE KNEW IT WAS TIME! So she finally caved and we got him one that Christmas from the local animal shelter. Her name was Tuesday.
Christmas came and like every year, we let the kids open their gifts then we all jump in. When everyone finished, we brought Grandpa Nati (his nickname) out his final gift…the cat. He was so shocked and surprised and LOOOVVVEEDD his new little friend. It was the sweetest thing. We told him her name was Tuesday and that just didn’t do for Grandpa Nati, so he renamed her “Bonita”, meaning Beautiful in Spanish. He had his Bonita finally and life was great!
It was really very precious to see how much he loved that cat. I think he even made a song for her (brother!). After the cat had her first litter, they knew she would need to be spayed so they took a trip to the vet. Upon arrival, the latch came loose on the carrier and the cat ran off. They were unable to find her and after endless searching and my stepdad was simply devastated. He kept two of her kittens whom are still around, but he never found his Bonita.
My stepdad passed away last Tuesday and we had a service for him on Friday. We even included a picture of him getting his cat for Christmas in the slideshow. I think everyone knew how much he was fond of his cat. I think part of me found solace in the fact that he would be reunited with his cat finally.
Now fast forward to this past Monday. I was off work and I got a call from Sammy saying the Garland Animal Shelter was calling him about a cat named Tuesday. Someone turned her in and my name was still on her microchip. Sammy asked, “is that Nati’s cat???”. I was speechless. After all this time, I couldn’t even believe she was alive. It had been a year and six months since she ran away and here she was alive and well.
I called my sisters up and told them that Bonita was at the animal shelter and we laughed and cried and were pretty much overwhelmed that all this time, she found her way home. Especially being that it had only been 6 days since my step dads passing.
I laughed with my sister and told her how I bet, when Nati didn’t find his cat in heaven, he went searching the streets of Garland for her. In our mind, he’s the one that brought his cat home.
I’m still getting goose bumps thinking about it. I haven’t gone to see her yet but she’s home now and so far, getting along with her children.
My sister says she goes to my stepdads room a lot. Maybe because she’s scared or maybe she just remembers. Regardless, I had to share their story. I thought it was too precious not to tell!