The day he arrived it was a little chilly outside. He was the last to emerge, white and tiny and squalling. We wondered if he would even survive his entrance into the world.
The children loved him right away, of course. I was a bit more reserved. We already had 2 animals. Now there were two more. And these two weren’t house broken. Still, they were kind of cute in a ugly-baby kind of way.
His momma, Clara Bell, had set up house in a quiet corner beneath my daughter’s bed. She didn’t seem to mind his constant whining. In fact, I think she kind of liked it. It made it easier to keep track of him when he wandered farther than he’d intended and she had to seek him out. She guarded him more closely than she did his older sister, my favorite.
As time passed and personality developed, he began to change, too. He became more affectionate. More playful. More snuggly. I have to admit, the first time he snuggled himself against my neck and wrapped his body in my hair it made my heart melt a little. It felt good to have him purr against my neck as he drifted off to sleep. It tickled when he buried his little kitten claws into my hair and waged a battle against the long strands that entangled him.
He grew so quickly, changed so much. As each day passed he became a little darker. A little bolder. Soon he was fighting much larger monsters than my hair. He found every Dust Bunny Monster in the house, slayed every Yarn Ball Monster on the premises and put every House Plant Monster in the place on red alert. He defended his territory with a ferocity that would have impressed the Gods!
Soon enough, the day arrived that one of the babies had to go. The choice wasn’t really ours to make. So many others wanted his sister, a pretty little girl with an exotic face, just a shade lighter than her brother. It seemed that he was to be ours.
So, we had the task of naming him. It was simply too big a job. We turned to Etsy. It was a difficult decision, choosing between all the fantastic names suggested, but we finally all agreed. Shadow suited him perfectly.
In time, he lived up to his name. He was like my own little shadow, following my every footstep. If I sat, he climbed onto my shoulder. If I was mixing herbal concoctions, he was sitting in his spot on the counter supervising. If I was cooking dinner, he was waiting patiently at my feet until I could pick him up again. When it came time for bed, he would settle himself against my neck and purr us both to sleep, his little body warm and soft.
The day he discovered the computer, a whole new world opened up to him. He could spend hours chasing the cursor across the screen. And the keyboard! He could make it beep as the cursor flew across the page in a storm of numbers and letters! When I forced him to stop, he would turn his little dark nose up, gingerly step off my desk and settle himself on the window sill where he would glare at me and wait for his next opportunity.
It was his greatest passion ~ until he discovered my yarn basket…
He soon found that he had a passion for jumping. High. Onto the fridge, into the pantry, atop my bookshelf. Nothing was out of reach for this little guy. As time passed, he learned to do it while holding his favorite mini-Care Bear in his mouth. He carry the little pink bear to the highest peak, slap him off, then do it all over again.
The day he learned to drink from the toilet bowl was a monumental event. He insisted on showing me at least 10 times. He would come and slap at my ankle until I followed him into the bathroom, where he would balance on the edge as he sipped delicately from the porcelain bowl. He only fell in twice.
When he was just too big to fit in our hand, the kids decided he was a football. They would toss him back and forth, giggling gleefully. It was an embarrassing moment for me when I caught them doing it and yelled at them, only to have Shadow silence me by running back to have them do it over and over again. It became his favorite game. The kids started calling him ‘Touchdown’, or “TD’ for short. We could only assume he liked the name as much as the game, since he would come running when the kids hollered, “Ready to play, TD?”
He opened up a new world for us. He taught us the ‘Dinner Time Dance’, a complicated little number that involved hopping and spinning on the two back legs while reaching for the food bag with his front paws, and he’d throw in a back flip or two if he was really out to impress us. He taught us that the bathtub was the perfect place to hide for a sneak attack and the bathroom sink is a perfect napping spot.
Finally, the day came that he realized there was a world beyond our front door and he wanted badly to explore it. The first time he darted out into it, I followed him. He explored the tangle of vines that created a fence between us and the neighbors. He examined the hollowed out tree stump and found the groundhog hole should only be entered by a groundhog. He learned where the moles holed up and evicted them with all due haste. He warned off the birds and chased the squirrels clean off our property.
For Shadow, each trip outside was a mission and a vacation, all rolled into one. He would get his requisite hour or two outside, providing it wasn’t raining or snowing, then he would politely knock on my office window when he was ready to come back in.
Tonight, Shadow didn’t knock on my window, though. Instead, we found his little broken body at the edge of our driveway. We cried as we buried him beneath my office window.
I’m glad I took the time to stop and play with him when we woke up from our afternoon nap. We played one more round of ‘I can swing from your hair’. He got in a wrestling match with my husband and came out the victor. He did one last ‘Dinner Time Dance’ before he decided to take a stroll outside.
Now, my Shadow is gone and my heart hurts. I’ve lit a candle for him and said a prayer. I imagine that right about now he’s watching over us. I hope he has a Care Bear and a neck to curl against, where ever he is. I hope he gets fed good and they like to play ‘Touchdown’ in kitty-heaven. I’m sure it won’t be long til he’s running the place. Most of all, I hope he knows we loved him and we’ll miss him.
Sleep well, Shadow.