Doo Doo
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Doo Doo�s long battle with cancer has finally ended. On March 3, he was humanely euthanized by his favorite doc, Dr. David Bessler.
Though Otto and I knew it was coming soon, there is still nothing that prepares you for it. He was the center of our little family and had more personality than most cats (hell, even most people!).
The first time I ever laid eyes on Doo Doo was when I went upstate with my ex to visit his friend Ray Felix. He was just a kitten but crazy from the get go. While walking through the hallway of Ray�s house, I saw this little grey kitten jumping headlong in and out of a very large Macy�s bag�.ploomp! in�.ploomp out! I remember trying to make friends with him and only getting the typical cold shoulder cat attitude�.�and you are�?� Ray informed me that it was his sister�s cat and he was aptly named Doo Doo for the stinky shit that came out of him. Apparently his wild nature also had him tossed out the window on various occasions (except once when the window was actually closed) by Papa Felix. And though he took it upon himself to have a few adventures for a few days, he always managed to come back in the house. Though he allowed me to pet him a couple of times that night, my main interactions with him were through my toes � he hunted them all night as I tried to sleep. All I thought was, �Damn that cat is fucking nuts!�
Then a couple of months later, Ray told me he needed to get rid of the cat and asked me if I wanted him. I was 17, estranged from my family, and very, very, lonely in my dark and damp first apartment/basement, so I said yes despite the fact that 1) I�m allergic to cats and 2) I�m a dog person. The day of his arrival I learned three things: 1) my new friend Ray does not know how to follow directions since it took hours for him to finally find my apartment 2) Doo Doo enjoyed escaping and 3) Doo Doo enjoyed coming back. Apparently, Ray stopped to get gas and Doo Doo not arriving in a cat carrier took his chance to run out and wander the gas station. Imagine my horror while on the phone with Ray to give him his fourth round of directions when he said �Ummm, you might not be getting that cat I promised.� Doo Doo eventually found his way back into the angry hands of his transporters and finally to mine.
Doo Doo has been at every major transition in my life� from moving out on my own, breaking up with my former boyfriend, meeting Otto, returning to my family, dealing with Otto�s illness, deaths of close family, loss of close friends, and finally marriage. He never took me for granted and boy, did he fight hard up until the very end. We spoiled him rotten but the truth is, he gave us so much. I will miss his �mooing� at night with a toy in his mouth when it was time to go to sleep, his brutish nature as he pushed his way under the covers with me, his love to be carried around with his two front legs around our necks� 
It�s amazing how hard and difficult losing a pet is. Blackie�s lost was quick and sudden�his was long and such a struggle. We did everything we could, from hospital visits, surgery, chemotherapy, homeopathic medication, medicating him with two different types of meds three times a day, to syringing him with fluids, and finally all the love we could possibly give. He had vanilla ice cream and his favorite toy the very last night he was with us and he died peacefully at home. There are just some beings that will always remain with you� I will never forget him.
