Pam adopted her cat Gibson on April 20, 2002 while attending college on Prince Edward Island. She’d been away from home in Newfoundland for over a year when she decided she needed a companion. “He was my first roomie in the very first apartment I was able to rent by myself.” Gibson would be Pam’s roomie for the next 15 years.
It didn’t take long after coming home with Pam for Gibson to insert himself in her daily routine. He was Pam’s constant shadow—supervising her treadmill workouts, standing guard on the bathtub ledge while she was taking a shower, and snuggled up by her side (and occasionally around her head) at bedtime. “Every time I lay on the couch, he was there in my lap. Every. Single. Time.”
It was a companionship that saw Pam through many of life’s milestones: first apartment, college graduation, first job, first car, university graduation, engagement, marriage, the purchase of a first home, the birth of a first child. Gibson was there when Pam met her future husband in PEI, when the couple traveled to New Brunswick for university, and later, when they made the big trip out west, all the way to Grande Prairie where they still reside. He’s crossed the country and then some in cars, boats and planes.
Pam had named Gibson in honour of Mel Gibson in his Mad Max and Lethal Weapon days, and like the characters his namesake portrayed, he could get a little crazy at times. Though his antics may have driven Gibson’s family and two kitty sisters, Abby and Polonaise, nutty at times, Pam says their lives would not have been the same without him. “He was the first to greet us at the door when we came home, and he would follow us around everywhere.”
"It didn’t take long after coming home with Pam for Gibson to insert himself in her daily routine. He was Pam’s constant shadow—supervising her treadmill workouts, standing guard on the bathtub ledge while she was taking a shower, and snuggled up by her side (and occasionally around her head) at bedtime."
Pam and her family are grateful for all their fun memories of Gibson. “He absolutely loved treats… He would have devoured them 24/7 if you let him. Some days when I’d forget to put the treat pouch back in the tin, I would come home to an empty pack of treats on the floor with the bottom chewed out of the pouch!”
Gibson passed away at the age of fifteen years and two months. “He’s been a great cat for many years and although it saddens me to no end that he’s no longer with us, I’m glad he’s no longer suffering,” says Pam. “I loved every moment I spent with that little beast and sure do miss what his company provided me with.”
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