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GENERAL PATTON - 29th January 2011

His eyes, like looking into the glory of the springs
It
seemed not much over 12 years ago, it was a cold damp night as I sit under the
arbour smoking a cigarette. Into the darkness was a face with eyes as blue and
green as the springs that form the Santa Fe River in North Central
Florida; nothing
more than your standard run of the mill mangy old looking cat was sitting there
for me to see. I knew he was scared, surely seeking a meal, perhaps a warm home.
More likely his hard life on the streets of this small town has drawn him to me;
perhaps he found a calm in my voice as I slowly lured him to me. Day by day I
would see him; night by night he came a little closer to me.
A frightful sight to see, a body full of scars and scabs,
I knew not what to think. My friends would say: ‘My God John, what is that?’ as
the shine of dried blood worked to heal a fresh scar, stay away from that cat, I
could not.

Those cold damp nights continued to bring the sounds and
echo's of the wild. All around my house, owls would hoot with an eerie laughter,
cats would rumble, deep into the night, the cry of a dog in the distance. This
is the life the cat knew of, when was he born, I know not, where are the mother
and father.
One night, still cold and damp, I looked the cat into his
spring filled droopy eyes, he would gaze into mine, I said I will catch you and
help you, I will take you to the doctor, and you shall be ok. It took a large
blanket to catch him and bring him down. He fought me, but I did not let up, I
held on tight, and got that wild cat over to the High Springs animal hospital.
I heeded a warning of the danger with this cat to Doctor Cohen, but she said, no
problem, she has dealt with this many times before. It was at this Vet clinic
we named the cat General Patton; named from the battle scars of his life on the
streets of High Springs, and also named for the scratches he left on Doc Cohen's
hand.
Many
days and nights of home life with us has tamed General Patton into a wonderful
friend. He kept his guard over the food bowl, and his front teeth, strangest
thing you ever saw, the four front teeth were about a 1/2" long and would hang
out of his mouth and rub his upper and lower lips. It didn't seem to bother him
as he would give a love nip at your leg for attention, you know, that little
love nip would hurt too.
One night after a fight
somewhere out in the woods, he showed up with his upper left side tooth gone and
his lower right side tooth gone, I always wondered what happened to the other
cat.
The not too long ago past days, I noticed he lost his
other long front teeth, but he still had those sharp claws. One would have to be
careful for Old Patton would climb you like a tree. I now know, being he
couldn't give a love bite to be close, he just wanted to be in my arms. And I
did, I carried him in my arms; he wanted to feel the love, to give back the love
100 fold.
General Patton started
acting a little strange when he would lay himself in 95 degree heat in the
middle of the sandy driveway. All day and all night, he would not give up his
driveway. I had to put up a warning sign for the delivery trucks and cars coming
for a visit, the sign worked great, as everyone heeded the warning.

Its going to be hard to
take the sign down
Winter came, its still
here and General Patton wanted to be held every time I got near him. Now I know
he was trying to let me know his time was coming to an end, he was giving me
back all he could, he was saying good bye.
General
Patton has had a difficult winter; he did not like the cold. He lived close to
the fire place and at times I would have to keep the grill closed so he wouldn't
get burned. We did all we could to keep the fire going, but his poor little
lungs could not hold for much longer.
I am
grateful to have Doctor Cohen help me to lessen his suffering, and on this
Friday 01/29/2011 at around 2:30, we have helped release his spirit to the
heaven above, with God.
Patton gave me his last purr with his last breath on my lap; my sorrow is now
hard on me.
Comforting, knowing Saint
Frances once said, ‘On the day of judgment, the Animals shall rise to judge us
all.’ I believe I will be judged righteously, to have done my part, no matter
how large or how small, to care for the strays as they show up at the door. We
keep them warm and fed. We give them love, and they too, give us love. God
blessed me with General Patton my cat.
John Sterpe is a wonderful painter who lives in Florida who spends his time
painting, and caring for the strays that show up at his door.
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