Three months old, and already ruler of the land.Today Boxer turns 20 years old. Although we don't know his exact birthdate, our vets at the time gave us this date counting back from the time we got him. He was 7 weeks old when we brought him home. I had just lost my heart cat, Sparky, 22 days before, saw an ad in the paper for kittens and found out they had a black and white male. I always loved black and white animals. It seemed like fate. That is until he pooped in my lap on the way home and I burst into tears. It was so soon after losing Sparky and I don't know what I was thinking...
I thought all cats were like Sparky, cool, calm and collective. Boxer was the exact opposite, a total wild child. As he grew older, he became dominant, pushy, obnoxious and an all around jerk. Pretty much what he still is today, although he has soften a bit and has become more loveable.
Boxer has survived my late cat, Claw. Our first dog Alex, the 24 Paws of Love, ten puppies and now resides with Chevy and his Siamese girlfriend, Princess Leia. He has been through a lot in his 20 years. We have had Boxer almost as many years as we have been married.
Boxer was diagnosed with cancer one year and ten months ago. He was given 3 months to live at the time of diagnosis. That stubborn boy isn't going down without a fight.
If you have read anything about my relationship with Boxer, you know it is built on a lot of love and aggravation. I struggled for a long time that Boxer wasn't Sparky. Boxer is one of the main reasons I would never get another animal so soon after the death of one. Lesson learned.
It has been a long 20 years with Boxer, with all the good, bad and ugly. He is definitely a one of a kind cat who has broken the record of the oldest animal we've had so far.
Happy 20th Birthday Boxer!
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