Mom here. The Furry Bambinos graciously allowed me to post today about Mohawk.
He is One Who Came Before.
You might even call him The Original Furry Bambino.
Today is the Anniversary (#21) of his Gotcha Day, back in 1991. This photo was taken sometime in 1991, which would have been soon after he came to live with me.
Today is also the Anniversary (#10) of the Day Mohawk left us for The Rainbow Bridge.
One date, that is both a happy and a sad reminder of Mohawk’s Magical 11 Years with us.
When we adopted Mohawk from my friend Lynn, she mentioned that “Mohawk likes bread”. She said it almost as an afterthought. What she really meant was:
No bread or pastry will be safe in your home from Mohawk.
When I first understood this translation, I was bringing groceries inside, soon after adopting Mohawk. Before we finished unloading the car, Mohawk had already sniffed out the grocery bag with the bread in it, chewed a hole through the plastic bread bag, and was busy nomming on the bread.
Another time, I learned that Mohawk also had a taste for fancy Greek pastries. There is an annual Greek Festival held at a local Greek Orthodox church, and we make a point of visiting their bakery for baklava, spanakopita, and other delicious pastries. We brought the pastries home to our apartment in the white cardboard bakery box, and left it closed up on the kitchen counter overnight. Big mistake! The next morning, the box was on the kitchen floor, and the pastries were strewn about and nommed upon.
For dinner tonight, we had Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, one of Mohawk’s all-time favorite people foods.
Well, not the noodles so much, but the yummy cheese sauce! It was tradition to give Mohawk our bowls for clean-up. The hard part was convincing Mohawk to wait until we were done eating before starting to clean up. In this photo, you can even see Mohawk’s stripe! It grew out by the time he was one year old. (Please ignore the hideous 80’s style glasses. Admit it, you wore them that big too.)
Sunny, Sky, and Padre share Mohawk’s love of cheddar cheese.
Mohawk enjoyed Cheetos, too. (Great, now I’m craving Cheetos.)
We miss you, Mo. Love you always.