Kiko and the Lavender Moon — May 1992 to December 2008
In May of 1992, Katie and David gave us Kiko, a half-breed Siamese and Himalayan, but mostly Siamese in personality. For sixteen years, eight months, we were his equal, sharing his life and his home. Now he is gone, leaving us his home, his love, while taking only what was his – well, not meaning to, he took a lot of our love. What made Kiko so special was his uncanny ability to share space without being in your face. He never wanted to be on us, but with us. If I was sitting on a bar stole, he would be sitting on the stole next to me. He knew how to share – our bed was his, unless we were in it.
The last year and half was difficult for Kiko. My attention to his every move was more on alert, as can be witnessed by three blog entries over a five month period. (Post note: these entries no longer exist since they on my old 360 Yahoo blog, which Yahoo has taken down.)
Kiko, Entry for August 02, 2007
Not of a Clower, Entry for November 24, 2007
The Warmth of The Sun, Entry for December 10, 2007
Visits to the Vet became routine, always talking to everyone and calmly staying on the reception counter as I took care of business. He was secure in my presence, and he always will be in ours.
“Nobody can see
And then he waits
And then he fakes
And then he bends
And then he shakes
He plays and plays
Still playing till he
Goes off to sleep”
kenne
Kiko has a place next to the Zen fountain. I think I knew that when creating this special place in our yard near the deck, his favorite place outside.
Uncle Kenne and Joy,
I’m so sorry for your loss. There is nothing as precious as a beloved pet and losing them is the hardest part. My love to you both, Lisa
K & J,
I miss Neko…14 1/2…..Tommy 6….Tomi-Tu 13….Bruce Lee 12….Jacques 13 1/2…and nothing…can take their places…each was special…each was loved….and THAT is a GOOD THING
….and I smile at the ones who are with me now…..to keep me smiling….and feel….not alone….and THAT is a GOOD THING…..
I know your loss…..
mat
mat,
Yes, all our pets are special — some, maybe a little more. Nick was one, the Kikster was two. I talked for months, knowing that it was only a matter of time with Kiko, about getting another pet. We didn’t, now the void is large — I’m going out and get a goldfish in a bowl today.
kenne
Mom & Ken,
I’m sure you guys are missing Kiko so much, he was a good buddy to have around. I’ll miss him too.
Love,
Jill
I ´m sorry for your loss. A pet is more than that when we interact …it becomes part of the family.
Hope you are fine. Love.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
It was four years ago that we put down our 17 year old Kiko. He is missed, however Kika has done an excellent job replacing him. kenne
When a beloved pet dies I think our joy in having them in our lives is expressed in our grief. I’m sorry for your loss and wish you joy in your memory of Kiko.
Oh….he looks so much like Keona.
They are so smart! They says so much with their big blue eyes….using a sort of cat mental telepathy!