In 1995, I had moved into an apartment with my then boyfriend, leaving my parents for the first time. My bf was working all the time, he had a job that made him work long days and nights and most weekends. I was bored, I wanted a companion. I love cats, I had left my 2 family cats behind with my parents. It was time to look for my own kitty to love and raise on my own.
I walked into the shelter in October 1995 and saw many cute cats. A black cat by the name of Jasmine really caught my eye. She was 1 year old, already spayed and already front declawed. She was a talker, which I really wanted. But since it was really close to Halloween, they told me they don't adopt out black cats during that time, I'd have to wait until the following week.
I came back a week later and she was gone, someone already took her home. I walked around the cages some more and kept looking around.....
I walked around a corner where the kittens were located. There was this one little grey kitty in a cage with 2 other kittens who seemed to reach his paw out to me and say, Hey, look a me! I stopped and said hey buddy, what's up? He started talking to me and I asked them if I could spend some time with him.
I named him Micky after Micky Dolenz, my favorite Monkee.
Micky was only 9 weeks old and very active, spunky, a little demon on wheels but I fell in love. So I decided to take him. I remember driving home with him in the little box they give you at the shelter, but he kept crying, so I took him out and held him in my hand while I was driving home. I'll never forget this one car full of kids that passed me and started pointing and ooo-ing and aaahing when they saw how cute he was. Such a little baby, ball of fur that fit in the palm of my hand.
We moved out of the apartment and I left my boyfriend because it wasn't working out, and I moved into a condo where I'd spend the next 12 years. After about a year, my parents said they were giving up their cat Morgan because she was causing my dad allergies. I took her in and Morgan and Micky spent the next 11 years being the best of buddies. I would often see Micky grooming her and they cuddled a lot, most of the time. They were 2 peas in a pod!
Fast forward a few years, when I moved again in 2008 to a townhome. Micky didn't like it at first, he hid under the bed in the guest room for the first 3 days. But then he got used to it. I had stairs for the first time, so they got to run up and down all the time! Unfortunately, Morgan was 15 and she developed a tumor under her chin, which only got larger. It metastasized and got into her lungs, and I very sadly had to put her down in February 2008. Micky never really got over the loss of his best friend. He shadowed me relentlessly and he was sad. But we still had some good times together.
I tried to bring in a new cat who was 2 years old to Micky's 14, but that didn't work out so good. My mom took that kitty. Then just this past November, some friends of mine found a kitten sleeping in the engine of their car during a thunderstorm. They couldn't keep him, so I took him in and named him Midnight. I was worried about introducing him to Micky but I did it very slowly and gave them a chance to get used to each other, and it was ok. It worked out.
Of course, Micky was getting older, and Midnight gave him a cold back in December. He got better but ever since then, he really never got back up to speed. His appetite kept getting less and he seemingly kept losing weight. When the vet took an x-ray about a month ago and said she suspected lymphoma, I knew the time was running out.
And so I tried my best, I did everything I could to keep him comfortable. I kept him syringe fed with baby food and offered him numerous places to sleep. I held him and loved him and tried to make sure he knew just how much he meant to me and I like to think that he understood.
When I first adopted him back in 1995, I never imagined I could have such a strong and loving bond with an animal like I did with him. The love that I felt whenever I would hold him while we would cuddle and watch tv was so strong, I really felt like my heart would burst from the love I felt. I've never had kids, but truly I feel like I know what it feels like to absolutely love another being unconditionally and completely. He was my first baby and he stuck by my side when so many others in my life had left me or let me down.
Putting him down was perhaps the most painful thing I've ever had to do. But when I look at the pictures of him when he was healthy, and I look at how he looked yesterday before we went to the vet, he didn't even look like the same kitty. He had lost so much weight, I barely recognized him. Maybe all of the time he spent sleeping on the blankets facing the wall was his way of telling me he was done. But I made sure to tell him over and over again how much I love him and how much I'm going to miss him. And I told him that Morgan was waiting for him at the Rainbow Bridge and it was time for him to go see her again.
I really like to think that they are together again, playing and cuddling like they used to. And I like to think that I will see them again someday, too. I believe that God gave us pets to help enhance our lives and if Heaven to us means having our pets with us, too, with our loved ones who have passed, then that's how it will be.
Please join me in saying a prayer for my beloved Micky, who brought so much joy into my life and who helped me know what it feels like to have that overwhelming joy that is unconditional love.
God bless you Micky. Thank you for 15 of the best years of my entire life. Thank you for being my faithful friend who never left my side. I love you more than I can ever express and I will miss you until I see you again at the Rainbow Bridge some day. Give Morgan kisses for me and tell her I love her, too. Midnight sends his love and apologizes for jumping on you when you weren't feeling well, but you know, he's a kitten after all.
I walked into the shelter in October 1995 and saw many cute cats. A black cat by the name of Jasmine really caught my eye. She was 1 year old, already spayed and already front declawed. She was a talker, which I really wanted. But since it was really close to Halloween, they told me they don't adopt out black cats during that time, I'd have to wait until the following week.
I came back a week later and she was gone, someone already took her home. I walked around the cages some more and kept looking around.....
I walked around a corner where the kittens were located. There was this one little grey kitty in a cage with 2 other kittens who seemed to reach his paw out to me and say, Hey, look a me! I stopped and said hey buddy, what's up? He started talking to me and I asked them if I could spend some time with him.
I named him Micky after Micky Dolenz, my favorite Monkee.
Micky was only 9 weeks old and very active, spunky, a little demon on wheels but I fell in love. So I decided to take him. I remember driving home with him in the little box they give you at the shelter, but he kept crying, so I took him out and held him in my hand while I was driving home. I'll never forget this one car full of kids that passed me and started pointing and ooo-ing and aaahing when they saw how cute he was. Such a little baby, ball of fur that fit in the palm of my hand.We moved out of the apartment and I left my boyfriend because it wasn't working out, and I moved into a condo where I'd spend the next 12 years. After about a year, my parents said they were giving up their cat Morgan because she was causing my dad allergies. I took her in and Morgan and Micky spent the next 11 years being the best of buddies. I would often see Micky grooming her and they cuddled a lot, most of the time. They were 2 peas in a pod!
Fast forward a few years, when I moved again in 2008 to a townhome. Micky didn't like it at first, he hid under the bed in the guest room for the first 3 days. But then he got used to it. I had stairs for the first time, so they got to run up and down all the time! Unfortunately, Morgan was 15 and she developed a tumor under her chin, which only got larger. It metastasized and got into her lungs, and I very sadly had to put her down in February 2008. Micky never really got over the loss of his best friend. He shadowed me relentlessly and he was sad. But we still had some good times together.
I tried to bring in a new cat who was 2 years old to Micky's 14, but that didn't work out so good. My mom took that kitty. Then just this past November, some friends of mine found a kitten sleeping in the engine of their car during a thunderstorm. They couldn't keep him, so I took him in and named him Midnight. I was worried about introducing him to Micky but I did it very slowly and gave them a chance to get used to each other, and it was ok. It worked out.
Of course, Micky was getting older, and Midnight gave him a cold back in December. He got better but ever since then, he really never got back up to speed. His appetite kept getting less and he seemingly kept losing weight. When the vet took an x-ray about a month ago and said she suspected lymphoma, I knew the time was running out.
And so I tried my best, I did everything I could to keep him comfortable. I kept him syringe fed with baby food and offered him numerous places to sleep. I held him and loved him and tried to make sure he knew just how much he meant to me and I like to think that he understood.
When I first adopted him back in 1995, I never imagined I could have such a strong and loving bond with an animal like I did with him. The love that I felt whenever I would hold him while we would cuddle and watch tv was so strong, I really felt like my heart would burst from the love I felt. I've never had kids, but truly I feel like I know what it feels like to absolutely love another being unconditionally and completely. He was my first baby and he stuck by my side when so many others in my life had left me or let me down.
Putting him down was perhaps the most painful thing I've ever had to do. But when I look at the pictures of him when he was healthy, and I look at how he looked yesterday before we went to the vet, he didn't even look like the same kitty. He had lost so much weight, I barely recognized him. Maybe all of the time he spent sleeping on the blankets facing the wall was his way of telling me he was done. But I made sure to tell him over and over again how much I love him and how much I'm going to miss him. And I told him that Morgan was waiting for him at the Rainbow Bridge and it was time for him to go see her again.
I really like to think that they are together again, playing and cuddling like they used to. And I like to think that I will see them again someday, too. I believe that God gave us pets to help enhance our lives and if Heaven to us means having our pets with us, too, with our loved ones who have passed, then that's how it will be.
Please join me in saying a prayer for my beloved Micky, who brought so much joy into my life and who helped me know what it feels like to have that overwhelming joy that is unconditional love.
God bless you Micky. Thank you for 15 of the best years of my entire life. Thank you for being my faithful friend who never left my side. I love you more than I can ever express and I will miss you until I see you again at the Rainbow Bridge some day. Give Morgan kisses for me and tell her I love her, too. Midnight sends his love and apologizes for jumping on you when you weren't feeling well, but you know, he's a kitten after all.
kitties watching over you.
What a special, special kitty you were.
Play happily over the bridge, sweet Micky. 
