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About an hour ago, my little girl crossed peacefully over.
She was old and diabetic, but she stayed optimistic and I firmly believe she wasn't in any terrible pain. So I feel comforted by that, and that I was with her for the end.
About six years ago I went to a shelter to pick out a cat, for therapeutic purposes. And I nearly went home with a kitten, but this beautiful older lady caught my eye - and settled into my lap. I couldn't possibly say no - I especially needed a lap cat. Her name was Keyes, but we changed it to Kiki since a two-syllable name just felt better (no offense to anyone with a one-syllable named pet, of course!) She was already ten years old, and just a year younger than her mother had been, if I remember right.
Kiki displayed an odd characteristic the very day we brought her home - she went straight to my bedroom, and from then on she rarely left it - almost like she knew. I even kept her litter box in my room after a while.
She was an older girl, but she still had spirit and spunk. When my mother and her cat visited for the evening, Kiki did not take well to Mittens at all. We were all woken up by this dreadful yowling in the middle of the night - poor Mittens had tried to use her litter box and Kiki would not stand for that nonsense one bit! (Mittens wasn't hurt, thankfully, she just spooked him and everyone else.)
She didn't turn out to be as much of a lap cat as I anticipated, but it turned out not to matter so much. She was my cat, and I loved her. I still love her. I'll always love her, even after I open up my heart to another cat who needs a forever home - because I will, someday.
My only regret is that I never got in touch with her previous owner. I was told that she loved her cat dearly and was very sad to have to give her up, but that it couldn't be helped as her son was badly allergic. I wish I could let her know just how much Kiki meant to me.
But I can tell all of you, so that helps.
She was old and diabetic, but she stayed optimistic and I firmly believe she wasn't in any terrible pain. So I feel comforted by that, and that I was with her for the end.
About six years ago I went to a shelter to pick out a cat, for therapeutic purposes. And I nearly went home with a kitten, but this beautiful older lady caught my eye - and settled into my lap. I couldn't possibly say no - I especially needed a lap cat. Her name was Keyes, but we changed it to Kiki since a two-syllable name just felt better (no offense to anyone with a one-syllable named pet, of course!) She was already ten years old, and just a year younger than her mother had been, if I remember right.
Kiki displayed an odd characteristic the very day we brought her home - she went straight to my bedroom, and from then on she rarely left it - almost like she knew. I even kept her litter box in my room after a while.
She was an older girl, but she still had spirit and spunk. When my mother and her cat visited for the evening, Kiki did not take well to Mittens at all. We were all woken up by this dreadful yowling in the middle of the night - poor Mittens had tried to use her litter box and Kiki would not stand for that nonsense one bit! (Mittens wasn't hurt, thankfully, she just spooked him and everyone else.)
She didn't turn out to be as much of a lap cat as I anticipated, but it turned out not to matter so much. She was my cat, and I loved her. I still love her. I'll always love her, even after I open up my heart to another cat who needs a forever home - because I will, someday.
My only regret is that I never got in touch with her previous owner. I was told that she loved her cat dearly and was very sad to have to give her up, but that it couldn't be helped as her son was badly allergic. I wish I could let her know just how much Kiki meant to me.
But I can tell all of you, so that helps.
