My kitty of 17 years. Written for Beloved Pets Contest. |
A beautiful gray, brown cat with black stripes. My husband Ray and I loved you very much. You played with milk rings and had your favorite stuffed, gray mouse you bought into my bed. I am glad the mouse wasn't real. You would purr and talk to him. Sadly, you lost him in a house fire. When the house caught on fire, I grabbed you, left my purse and had no shoes on as I stepped outside. The snow was cold and we went to my in-laws and we stayed two weeks and our former high school principal let us live in his house. We got a new house on the same land and you hid but you came out and got used to the place. You started to age. You slowed down. You started to eat less. You laid down with me on the couch and still purred. You spent all your time in the patio window. You meowed and jumped at the window trying to get a bird. Silly girl. You started to get skinny and wouldn't eat. The Vet said you had kidney disease. They gave me pills for you to take. They didn't help very long. You refused to eat and I would carry you to the patio window, your favorite place. I took you back to the Vet and he was going to give you more IV's and told me I would have to learn how to give you IVs to keep you alive. I was willing to do this. Sadly, you died as the Vet was putting the IVs in you. I was heartbroken. You have a cat planter on your grave and your own engraved name plate. I love you and miss you. I still see you jumping on the dryer and in the curtains. I loved when you chased your tail around. You jumped at me when I made the bed and walked by. You would hide under the dining room table to attack me and I would laugh when you ran through the bathroom and down the hall. You were a Nascar Driver and you never hit the wall. You were Kasey Kayne or Ryan Newman. I miss you still, baby girl. I know you are in Heaven at Rainbow Bridge. I will see you again someday. We have a tortoise shell kitty now but we still love you and I do visit your grave. Sometimes, I feel you are with me in spirit. Thank you, Tigger for being my first kitty and making my life beautiful. 36 lines |