Tuesday night, our beloved cat, Lovebug, died. We buried him in the unofficial Morrow Family Pet Cemetery in Bob and Mary's backyard. It's a happy place where he will remain memorialized forever...
Lovebug's story:
Shortly after we moved to Pembroke Pines, Florida, I saw a news story about an abandoned home which was discovered to house 90+ cats. The cats were all taken to various shelters and adoption agencies. That's where we came in. For my birthday that year, all I wanted was a pet, a cat specifically. (I admit I was a little homesick, and needed the company.) Justin visited the local PetSmart's Adopt-A-Stray and found Lovebug, a 3-year-old, slightly overweight, lovable gray-striped cat. He took me to meet him, and with my approval, Lovebug came home with us. The adoption fee was $50, and we probably spent that much on all the goodies we bought for him that day. That was quite an investment for us then!
We took Lovebug home to our little one-bedroom apartment where he promptly ran and hid under the bed. He stayed there for three days, but eventually he warmed up to his new surroundings. Now we weren't crazy about his name, so we thought we would call him Herbie instead of Lovebug. However, we quickly discovered his lovable demeanor, and thus, the name stuck.
In his six years with us, Lovebug survived the adoption of Doc, a long car ride to Texas, another stray named Bo, the move to Lantana, two baby boys, and numerous cat fights in our tiny backyard. He died "protecting" his little territory, which was what he loved to do on most nights. He will be sorely missed, especially by Maddux, who knows his buddy is now in Kitty Cat Heaven.
Here are some sweet pictures I found of him with Maddux.