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  2023 2008 

Ross Nixon


In loving memory of our little guy, our “tiger” named Lynx, who was an Alaska cat and a total love … His trip from the Fairbanks animal shelter to our home took place on a 40-below winter’s night. The truck broken down and we didn’t get home until 2 a.m. The rest of his life with us was just as eventful.

He chased a fox and a lynx out of our yard. He caught the occassional rodent or shrew. He was the king of kongs and his enormous paws drew blood during many a play session. He tolerated dogs who were well behaved and sought to educate those who were not. In his later years he cruised the garden like a gentleman farmer.

When we watched a movie at home he always sat between us. The whole experience felt incomplete if he was not there; a member of the family was missing. Same with when it was time for bed. The sound of the electric toothbrush was his signal to find his place on the bed and it was hard to settle in if he wasn’t there.

When the young cat next door in a bad living situation decided he’d rather live with us, Lynx wasn’t happy about the change. But he developed an understanding with Eddie, who in some respects taught Lynx how to be a cat. Lynx had spent so much time in human company he seemed to think he was human. Eddie would occassionally lick the top of his head. Lynx would close his eyes and accept the tenderness. This happened on Lynx’s last day. It was as though Eddie was saying good-bye.

Lynx now rests quietly in a garden frequented by deer, near a bush that is a favorite of hummingbirds. We adored his bones and miss him terribly.

Photos of Lynx

Memory Timeline

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