I lost my 5-year-old Little Girl 3 weeks ago today. She died on the table after having an abscess drained. It was a terrible shock for me. I had lost my beloved German Shepherd Dog 3 months before. Her death was a bizarre occurrence. She must have had an underlying heart condition. I miss her terribly.
Little Girl and three siblings were rescued at birth by my daughter and she bottle fed them until they were old enough to be adopted out. I took 2 and my daughter took 2. These 2 cats of mine were the most unusual cats I have ever had - maybe because they didn't know their cat mother. I named her Little Girl because she was small from the start and even at 5 years of age, she was small - about the size of a 1-year-old. She had little feet. Her fur was exceptionally soft. She did strange but funny things. She would come to me first thing in the morning when I was having my coffee. She acted as if she were on coffee herself as she would purr and push and roll, climb on me nonstop. She was really "in my face" and this went on for about 15 minutes or so until I would put up both my hands in front of her, flat palms facing her, and say "LIE DOWN". She would lie down and then she would fall into a deep sleep! Out cold! This would happen every morning. And she would lie down every time I told her to! Also, she had a furry toy that was smelly, crunchy, and falling apart big time. She would leave my lap and go all the way downstairs, find "baby" and bring it up to me making little moaning sounds as she came up the stairs. She had a heated pad in her bed. She would sleep under it on her back with all four legs sticking out like an upside-down turtle! There was something about Little Girl that really touched my heart. I have had probably 12+ cats in my 65 years and she stands out in my mind because she was so unusual. I would hold her like a baby and press my thumb into her little paw pads. Her feet were almost stubby. And she had the softest fur of any cat I have ever known. She was a tiger cat with a tiny white bib.
So, now, I console her brother, Herbie T.L. Bugg. He is very strange but I won't get into that!
I miss Little Girl so much. Most days I am fine but then something will set me off and torrents of tears will fall. I still can't believe that she has left. She is gone. The vet made a cast of her little feet and I got her ashes back - ashes I will keep until I leave this earth at which time our (she and the ashes of some of my other beloved cats and 1 dog will be scattered in the sunny, flowered field high up on the hill.....
Little Girl and three siblings were rescued at birth by my daughter and she bottle fed them until they were old enough to be adopted out. I took 2 and my daughter took 2. These 2 cats of mine were the most unusual cats I have ever had - maybe because they didn't know their cat mother. I named her Little Girl because she was small from the start and even at 5 years of age, she was small - about the size of a 1-year-old. She had little feet. Her fur was exceptionally soft. She did strange but funny things. She would come to me first thing in the morning when I was having my coffee. She acted as if she were on coffee herself as she would purr and push and roll, climb on me nonstop. She was really "in my face" and this went on for about 15 minutes or so until I would put up both my hands in front of her, flat palms facing her, and say "LIE DOWN". She would lie down and then she would fall into a deep sleep! Out cold! This would happen every morning. And she would lie down every time I told her to! Also, she had a furry toy that was smelly, crunchy, and falling apart big time. She would leave my lap and go all the way downstairs, find "baby" and bring it up to me making little moaning sounds as she came up the stairs. She had a heated pad in her bed. She would sleep under it on her back with all four legs sticking out like an upside-down turtle! There was something about Little Girl that really touched my heart. I have had probably 12+ cats in my 65 years and she stands out in my mind because she was so unusual. I would hold her like a baby and press my thumb into her little paw pads. Her feet were almost stubby. And she had the softest fur of any cat I have ever known. She was a tiger cat with a tiny white bib.
So, now, I console her brother, Herbie T.L. Bugg. He is very strange but I won't get into that!
I miss Little Girl so much. Most days I am fine but then something will set me off and torrents of tears will fall. I still can't believe that she has left. She is gone. The vet made a cast of her little feet and I got her ashes back - ashes I will keep until I leave this earth at which time our (she and the ashes of some of my other beloved cats and 1 dog will be scattered in the sunny, flowered field high up on the hill.....
. She was very special, that is obvious. I love how she would sleep under her bed. Your memorial brought me to tears. I hope you and Herbie T.L. Bugg can find comfort in one another as you work through your grief and loss. 
