When I first brought him here from Middle Village, I knew I had to get him a collar & tag because he was going to be an outdoor cat. Not that I wanted him to be. But that's who he was. Keep him indoors too long and he would leave you gifts that you really didn't want. Not because he was a fresh cat, but because he enjoyed the outdoor life & if he couldn't poop wherever he wanted to in the great outdoors, well, he'd poop wherever he wanted to indoors.
So off I went to Petco. I found a lovely pink collar, with a pink harness and leash to match. Now you may wonder, why would you buy pink items for a tubby, male cat? Well, for the same reason fair skinned, blond haired men wear pink: it suits them.
Pink looked good on Jake. It complemented the colors of his fur: the misty grey of soft fog, and the white of those fluffy clouds you see on a bright summer's day. We went with other colors over the years like royal blue to give him that princely look, or black when he went through his Goth phase. Of course whenever the Christmas season came around so did the requisite red collar. But pink was really where he was at.
Jake is gone now too, along with Kelly and Peppers. He left us in the early morning hours of June 10th after suffering for the past few weeks from ascites - a buildup of fluid in the abdominal cavity. I was going to bring him in for an echocardiogram on Wednesday morning to ascertain if it was cardiac-related, but that became a non-issue. The necropsy revealed that he did indeed have an enlarged heart and metastasized tumors in his liver and spleen. So even if his heart was good, we would have lost him in a few months to cancer.
No matter how you work it out, Jake went too soon. He was only about 12 and he should have had several more years with us, so it pretty much sucks in every way it possibly can.
A few years back I picked up a little charm for Jake's collar. It was a pink enamelled bow with the word Cupcake embossed on it. That had been Jake's name for a while when he lived with someone else. However, her son convinced her that Cupcake was not macho enough so she changed it to Jake. I always thought Cupcake was a perfect description of him so when I saw that pink charm I just knew it belonged on his pink collar. The charm is still there, but now his collar is with me. I hope some day I'll hear that jingle again when he comes to visit. I hope I'll hear it often.