It was a sad day today. Tigger was taken to the vets and put down. He’d been having thyroid problems for a while and he lost loads of weight. It was for the best really, save him from suffering any longer.
In honour of Tigger and his legacy, I’m going to repost an old article from a couple of years back when I barely knew him.
Tigger
Also known as:
Tig
Tig-tig
Tiggy
Tiggidy-tig-tig
Fatty
Toothless
Toothless wonder
Fang
Oi
Shh
Shut up
Tiggerus Plonkerus Maximus
Bless. Most of those names were given to him by Jane’s family, before I knew him, so don’t blame me for their apparent cruelty.
Tigger then. He’s about twice as old as our two, but instead of calling him old, I like to refer to him as an Elder Statesman. He only has one big tooth left (hence the nickname Fang) and he is quite large. Not a Gizmo style athletic large, no, a fat large. This is mostly due to him eating all the food (or rather licking all the jelly off and leaving the actual meat) and not really going out in the garden much.
He’s quite noisy… Whenever I walk into the room he is currently in he meows and meows with his cute little noise, he doesn’t even stop after I’ve ruffled his head. He never used to meow at all, so I’m told, but one day he was trodden on (or something) and discovered to his own surprise that he had a voice; Ever since that day he’s not stopped using it. He has this strange habit of coming over and meowing at us when we’re all at the table at dinner time. He’s even been known to stretch up and try to get our attention with his claws. We ignore him. It’s for the best. Then he crashes out under Jane’s chair, I mean properly crashes out.
He has fallen head over heels in love with Smudge. Totally, utterly, 100%. He follows her everywhere, always wants to join in when she’s off down the garden chasing invisible things, he’d dearly love to snuggle up with her on a cold evening, but she’s an independent woman you know. She was utterly baffled the other day when Tigger, who knows how to scale the outside of the building, was sitting outside our bedroom window while she was sitting inside of it. She looked up and down and all around but could not work out how he was there, right next to her, but somehow behind the glass.
Oh my, how could I forget to mention this – He has really bad breath.
Tigger, window and Smudge
I will miss him, and Jane is absolutely devastated. A sad day.
Hi, my name's Iain and this is my website.
I'm in my mid-forties, have a lovely wife and an amazing ten year old boy. I've struggled with my mental health and issues like anxiety and procrastination all my life, and I've recently come to discover that it was undiagnosed ADHD with a splash of autism. Since my son was born, I came to realise that he deserved better as a father, so I decided to do something about it and become the best version of me that I can be.
I currently use this website as a central repository of everything going on in my life and all the things I'm working on. Feel free to have a look around.
