We got Blacky in 1997 after we lost Tequilla. He was born April 28, 1997 and we got him in June which was a bit too early. He should have stayed a bit longer with his mother and siblings. Probably due to that, he cannot deal with any other animal without wanting to kill it.
Somehow Blacky was my best friend in my teenage years. He was always there to comfort me, spent every night in my bed. I was the only one he really cuddled with. That changed when I moved out from my parents’. I considered taking him with me, but I moved in a single room flat and Blacky was used to a house and going outside. I thought the change worse for him, so he still is with my mother. After I moved out he wasn’t knowing what was going on and always stood in front of my room and looked for my bed and just found an empty room. It seemed he was pretty down – for about 2 weeks. Then he turned to my father and I was just a mere acquaintance. He never hissed at me before, now he does. Good I am not scared of him and after a little while he likes me stroking him. Also most of the times I still go to the vet when it is needed, because of him being so aggressive and my mother being unable to get him into the box.
Before my parents seperated I often went to their house to pay Blacky a visit and be with him when they are not there (even though he probably couldn’t care less, hehe). However my mother changed locks a few months ago and didn’t provide a key to anyone in the family and doesn’t want to. It makes me sad, that now I can hardly see him. Still I hope that he will be with us for another few years. Even though he is a senior, he is really fit, he was hardly sick throughout his whole life. If all goes well he could have another 5 years.