Gosh, it's so hard to even type this here, through the tears, and I'm not the best with words with these things. I rarely read this forum because it just gets me. But my Polly deserves a tribute.
We took Polly home on my 14th birthday, the day after Christmas, even though my mom and I were both sick with a stomach bug. The plan was to get a cat then, and I didn't want to wait any longer! Mom's boss at the time lived on a farm with a bunch of barn cats, so we were going to see if one of them seemed like a good match. We found Polly. Polly was taken to the barn by one of my mom's co-workers, who had a cat who had kittens, and the momcat got hit by a car. Polly was one of the kittens, bottle-fed and spoiled until they took her to the barn. She was so calm and friendly, with such a cute face and little white paws to go with her tuxedo.
We took her home.
Polly was never a scrawny kitten, she always had some meat on her, and she grew up, and she grew out. Sure, I suppose we should've kept her weight in check, maybe fed her special diet food or whatever, but we let Polly be Polly. She loved to chase spots of light, whether a reflection from a door window, or a flashlight or laser. As she got older, she got slower, and eventually she no longer chased the light, but she still would watch it and you could see her face light up with excitement.
Polly was a sweet purr machine.
Sadly, Polly passed over the Bridge on Monday, Feb 21, 2011. My mom returned home to PA from visiting me in CA, and Polly hadn't eaten. She always ate. She was crying out and seemed unable to get up. So mom took her to the vet right away, and the very difficult decision was made to set her free. Polly would've been 17 this June. She lived a long and happy life, even if the past year or so was a bit hard for her to get around. Polly can play again, she can run and chase lights all day long.
I miss you Polly. But I know you're in a better place..
We took Polly home on my 14th birthday, the day after Christmas, even though my mom and I were both sick with a stomach bug. The plan was to get a cat then, and I didn't want to wait any longer! Mom's boss at the time lived on a farm with a bunch of barn cats, so we were going to see if one of them seemed like a good match. We found Polly. Polly was taken to the barn by one of my mom's co-workers, who had a cat who had kittens, and the momcat got hit by a car. Polly was one of the kittens, bottle-fed and spoiled until they took her to the barn. She was so calm and friendly, with such a cute face and little white paws to go with her tuxedo.
We took her home.Polly was never a scrawny kitten, she always had some meat on her, and she grew up, and she grew out. Sure, I suppose we should've kept her weight in check, maybe fed her special diet food or whatever, but we let Polly be Polly. She loved to chase spots of light, whether a reflection from a door window, or a flashlight or laser. As she got older, she got slower, and eventually she no longer chased the light, but she still would watch it and you could see her face light up with excitement.
Polly was a sweet purr machine.
Sadly, Polly passed over the Bridge on Monday, Feb 21, 2011. My mom returned home to PA from visiting me in CA, and Polly hadn't eaten. She always ate. She was crying out and seemed unable to get up. So mom took her to the vet right away, and the very difficult decision was made to set her free. Polly would've been 17 this June. She lived a long and happy life, even if the past year or so was a bit hard for her to get around. Polly can play again, she can run and chase lights all day long.
I miss you Polly. But I know you're in a better place..
What a beautiful tribute! 
Chase the spots of light to your heart's contentn now, Polly. 
You gave her a good life of 17 years, but we can't stop time. She's whole and healthy now and she chasing that light again over there with my tuxedo kitty, Bella. She left you with precious memories and with time you'll be able to smile tenderly when she comes to your mind. I'm so so sorry 
