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This is Dixie, as you can see she is not a cat, but she thinks she is. She is 14.5 years old, nearing her last days, she is now tired.
She is not one of my 6 cats, she is my loyal friend. She has endured the hours I have spent with cats in need. The battered. the abandoned, the lost, the sick ones that she knows will get attention yet she waits. For this I can say I am sorry and commend her selflessness.
This is the one who made me laugh, she is who came on vacation, who canoed, ran amuk, played on the beach, spent countless hours looking into my face for approval, the one who opened her heart to every friend, the one who has comforted me for many years, now I comfort her in these last few days.
She is the one who waited. For what may have seemed like an endless stream of kittens, cats, the past and the present, She hears me in the kitchen with Fig Newton, who snorts and has one eye, who has every meal served to him while she waits in the other room.
She has waited for my return from vet visits, waited for the pregnant cats and her kittens, patient while I spent the hours needed for their survival and all the hours I spent educating myself, of hours of research of what to do and how to do it.
She is the nurse, kissing the cats on the nose, the accepting one, for without her patience, none of the cats who came to me would not have been helped, for this I owe you a dept of gratitude. I love you Dixie Bell with all my heart.
She waited, sharing the bed with the kitten next to my chest, She waited while I spent the night tending to a kitten with a cold. She is the one who agreed to share a bedroom with many boxes of kittens and their mamas and waking up to the cats to more cats.
She was their hostess, knowing that every cat no matter how long they stayed were welcome. If they mattered to me, they mattered to her.
She is the one who protected us all. She saw adopters and cats come and go,
She agreed for share me with all of them. For this I thank her. she is jealous of only one, Blueberry, the bottle raised cat, as if he can take her place, maybe but never. And their is her best girl, Holiday, who makes sure she is safely tucked away under her blanket every night. How will she cope?
She is the brave one taking her medicine, she is the one who seeks me out to beckon me to sit next to her on the couch. she is now the one with the sacred heart, she is the one that is the good girl, now, with the scared look in her eyes, telling me she is going to leave now as she drifts through these last days.
How can I say goodbye to Dixie Bell, gracefully, I hope. Well, I tell you that through this post, it is a beginning of a heartbreaking process.
I honestly don't know how I can spend a day without her, it seems unimaginable. So, with tears streaming down my face, as she waits again now to finish this message to you, I state my farewell.
Thank you for listening cat people and friends.
I pay homage to Dixie, my loving companion and best little friend.