10/31/2000 – 4/18/2017
On the morning of Halloween 2000, I awoke to crying outside of my door. I peeked out my window to see a little ball of black fur. As I opened my front door, in barreled this kitten. He promptly planted himself at the food bowl much to my other cats dislike. I had another cat. The new kitten was appropriately named Binx after the black cat in one of my favorite movie Hocus Pocus. Very fitting for a black Halloween rescue kitten.
Binx immediately became a mama’s boy. He slept around my neck like a scarf and once he became too big for that, he slept on my pillow. He was my constant companion through all life’s ups and downs. Especially when I fell ill in 2012. I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and in the hospital for 2 weeks. During this time I would beg my husband to put me on speaker to talk to my boy. When I was released Binx promptly became my escort. He always laid or spooned against my stomach. He knew that’s where my pain and issues were. If I rolled over, he moved to the other side to assume his position.
At the beginning of 2016, Binx started showing his age. He became blind and lost his ability to jump on the bed. I would carry him to bed and put him back in bed throughout the night as needed. I asked my sweet boy to make it to Halloween, his unofficial birthday, and he did. He got progressively worse after that and I made the hardest decision of my life to let him go to the Rainbow bridge. I know my mother, Kay (the original cat lady) would be there to meet him and take care of him until the day I meet him again.
Binx leaves behind his mommy and daddy Kelly and Robert Medlin, his human brothers, Gavin and Kayse, as well as his fur sister Pep.
Photo credit : Heather Keffer & Stephanie Gilmore at Timeless Photography