In memory of my beloved Peggy |
I was a baby when you arrived in my house cradled by our mom. Little runt kitten- nobody expected you to live a long time. You looked like a cat our parents had before you were born: a tortie. It was evident that you loved to go outdoors, but you paid the price. You were awfully young to bear a litter of six, but all of them lived. You moved house with us when you, your son and I were considered infants. How could you stand it when I as a toddler cut your whiskers and wings? I bet you were glad when I stopped tormenting you and got my own cat. But you never liked my kitty; why was that so? She was innocent. Well, you did your best to be civil to my girl, but she was still mad. She adored your son. Was that why you hissed at her making her upset? It doesn't matter. You two learned to coexist and to share your son. Speaking of sharing, I remember how you were when you first met Jon. You wanted him to cuddle you and forget me. What a bad Doggy! After that breakup, you forgot him and helped me overcome the pain. All you asked for was for me to spend all my time simply petting you. When the petting stopped- "No howling, Howling Kitten!"- you'd begin to cry. Yet I gave you pets when no one else was able; it made us closer. One day we noticed you had problems with grooming. So I gave you pets... with lots of shampoo! Doggy, you needed a bath. You stunk like a skunk. You howled like mad, but I think you were grateful I got that gunk out. Then came the time when you wanted to go outside. That was amusing! We got you a leash, put you in the pink harness and took you for walks. You enjoyed those walks, jaunts around the neighborhood and in the backyard. It's hard to forget when your items are still here: harness, brush, shampoo. You were my sister and never gave up on me. That's so rare to see. But now you are gone, and life must continue, so... goodbye, Pegasus. |