Obie was my cat — and yes, the spelling in her name is deliberate. It’s a playful nod to Star Wars’ Obi-Wan, but with a twist that suited her personality. Her original name was Kuzko, given by her first owners (I got her from Melinda M), but I thought “Obie” was a better fit — softer, friendlier, and just plain cute.
She was born in July 2004, and I brought her home that December. Over time, she grew into a pretty good cat — loyal, mellow, and easy to live with. She had her quirks, but she was part of the household rhythm, and her presence was always felt.
Obie wasn’t flashy, but she was steady. And like all good companions, she left a quiet space behind when she passed in March 2018.
Rest easy, Obie. You were loved.
Taken in the Christmas Holiday Season of 2006. I have photos of both her and Prowler together which I may post here sometime.
September, 2015 showing Obie as the lazy cat that she was. Not bad for an eleven year old kitty. Still was just as vocal, probably even more so. She sure complained a lot.
Losing a pet is one of the hardest things — they rarely outlive us, and while that might be a mercy in some ways, the pain when they’re gone is real. That’s how it was with Obie. In early 2018, I took her to the vet and received the devastating news: cancer, already in advanced stages. I made the difficult decision to have her put to sleep. It was the right thing to do, but emotionally, it hit hard and lingered for a long time. She was nearly 14 years old — a good, long life — and replacing her helped ease the ache, but you never really forget. Pets leave paw prints on your heart, and Obie certainly did.