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It's been many, many years now but I still think about Andrew. He was a beautiful bright red DLH tabby with deep copper eyes. I got Andrew when I moved out of my parent's house after high school. He was my very first room mate. Andrew had a unique voice in that he could not meow. Everything he said sounded like "keeeek" with a little squeak on the end of it. He could purr quite loudly though.
He was my cat, and my cat alone. He tolerated my parents but all other visitors were not given a warm welcome.
He would fetch a little furry ball and paw open cupboard doors. The most special thing about him is how he used to wake me up by lying on my chest and giving me little kisses on the chin and mouth. He also would become intoxicated looking when he purred. Andrew would get so into purring that he would drool! It was the funniest thing. I also walked him on a harness outside of my apartment. One day when I was walking him a kid on a bike asked if he was a raccoon. I said "why do you think that"? It was because his tail was so big and bushy.
Along came my x-husband. Andrew didn't like him when we were dating. I should have known that my cat was telling me this guy was no good. Andrew would go out of his way to attack and bite x's legs.
Before I knew it I was in a horribly abusive relationship. Worthless bast*rd never worked and would trash the home I tried so hard to keep clean. I won't go into the gory details of the physical and emotional abuse.
One day I came home and x greeted me at the apartment door. He then told me that Andrew had a terrible accident. We were on the 3rd floor of the apartment building and supposedly Andrew had seen a bird outside of the window and climbed the screen. The story was the screen fell out and Andrew ran away. In my heart I didn't believe it but to avoid an argument all I could do was cry. I put up posters and called the local shelters looking for Andrew.
About one year later x was arrested and sent to a mental institution for trying to suffocate me with a pillow. He had attacked the social worker that came to visit him in jail among other things. They put him in isolation. He scratched out a suicide note and proceeded to take the light out of the ceiling fixture and slash his wrists. He didn't die. I got a call from the hospital at some ungodly hour of the night with x blathering on the other end apologizing to me for various things. One of those things was killing Andrew.
I never saw x again even though he made several attempts to get to me after he was released.
Not a week goes by that I don't think of Andrew and what horrors he must have suffered. Andrew wasn't x's only furry victim but there's too much to the story. All of these years I have felt guilt and regret. I cannot believe I allowed that to happen to Andrew. I don't think that in my mind I have ever put him to rest and sometimes the question as to "how" he may have died haunts me.
I am so sorry Andrew. I hope you know that I loved you till the end. I was young and stupid and should have gotten away much sooner. Godspeed Andrew, till we meet again.
He was my cat, and my cat alone. He tolerated my parents but all other visitors were not given a warm welcome.
He would fetch a little furry ball and paw open cupboard doors. The most special thing about him is how he used to wake me up by lying on my chest and giving me little kisses on the chin and mouth. He also would become intoxicated looking when he purred. Andrew would get so into purring that he would drool! It was the funniest thing. I also walked him on a harness outside of my apartment. One day when I was walking him a kid on a bike asked if he was a raccoon. I said "why do you think that"? It was because his tail was so big and bushy.
Along came my x-husband. Andrew didn't like him when we were dating. I should have known that my cat was telling me this guy was no good. Andrew would go out of his way to attack and bite x's legs.
Before I knew it I was in a horribly abusive relationship. Worthless bast*rd never worked and would trash the home I tried so hard to keep clean. I won't go into the gory details of the physical and emotional abuse.
One day I came home and x greeted me at the apartment door. He then told me that Andrew had a terrible accident. We were on the 3rd floor of the apartment building and supposedly Andrew had seen a bird outside of the window and climbed the screen. The story was the screen fell out and Andrew ran away. In my heart I didn't believe it but to avoid an argument all I could do was cry. I put up posters and called the local shelters looking for Andrew.
About one year later x was arrested and sent to a mental institution for trying to suffocate me with a pillow. He had attacked the social worker that came to visit him in jail among other things. They put him in isolation. He scratched out a suicide note and proceeded to take the light out of the ceiling fixture and slash his wrists. He didn't die. I got a call from the hospital at some ungodly hour of the night with x blathering on the other end apologizing to me for various things. One of those things was killing Andrew.
I never saw x again even though he made several attempts to get to me after he was released.
Not a week goes by that I don't think of Andrew and what horrors he must have suffered. Andrew wasn't x's only furry victim but there's too much to the story. All of these years I have felt guilt and regret. I cannot believe I allowed that to happen to Andrew. I don't think that in my mind I have ever put him to rest and sometimes the question as to "how" he may have died haunts me.
I am so sorry Andrew. I hope you know that I loved you till the end. I was young and stupid and should have gotten away much sooner. Godspeed Andrew, till we meet again.
