Tucker came into our home as a kitten. He actually was a Christmas gift to my daughter.
She wasn't escpecially fond of the cat because she said he was moody. He always seemed
to be perfectly content to lay 3 feet away from you.
Tucker didn't like being held and he wasn't a lap cat.
As soon as I was diagnosed with cancer, Tucker sensed something was wrong
and immediately jumped up on my lap and stayed with me continually.
He seemed to understand that I was hurting and needed company.
It was still very obvious that he really wasn't fond of people.
But he followed me everywhere. If I went to bed he slept between my feet
at the foot of the bed. I'm convinced that God gave me this cat just to help me
get through chemo and radiation because as soon as my regiment was over and I started
to feel better, Tucker resumed his normal routine. Once again he was content to lay
on the floor away from me. He was always close by but knew that I didn't need him to
comfort me anymore.
This was Tucker's favorite spot. He loved to lay by himself on the rocker and take
a nap in the sun.
Although he could only be with us for a short time, his life had a real purpose. I'm not sure why he had to die so young. I'm sure many people have asked that question about people they've lost to cancer. All I know is that God has a purpose for everything. Tucker's purpose was to get me through a very difficult time in my life.