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Today I had lost my dear cat, Cindy. Her age was unknown but she looked at least a year old when I first found her in 2003.
Found her outside my bedroom window where I used to live, with my mom. I was about 14. I went outside and gave her some ham thinking she was hungry and boy was she. I wanted to keep her cause she was scared and we lived in a busy intersection. My mom said no because couldn't keep animals in the apartments (even tho she was the manager), so I quickly called my dad and see if he would take her in. My dad never said no to me. So right after school, picked her up, had my mom take me to my dads and left her there in the garage, which became her home.
Cindy was with us when we lost our beloved dog, Curly Sue, a year later. Cindy gave us comfort and tried to heal my broken heart. Around 2005 she had became a mother of 6. It was a dark time because the pound who was supposed to get just the kittens had also taken Cindy. We ended up having a family member go get her out and was saved. Over the years, Cindy adjusted well to life. She lived slow and on her pace. She wasn't ever a hyper cat, or wanted to play much. She pretty much made her own rules. She made us know when she wanted to come into the garage, when she was out of food and when she wanted to go out. I admit during the years I would get upset with her. As she loved sleeping on my car, scratching it, and tearing up the carpet in the garage and make a mess with her hair. But she was still a family member. I would always go to her after cleaning her mess and rub her down, and she'd purr and give me a nice bite as a "that's what you get".
My dad loved her and took the best care he can for her. And it showed as she was closer to him. He'd be outside drinking a beer after working on the yard and she'll be out there laid out on the grass with him. When he came home from work, she'd be there with him in the garage as he untied his shoes. When he would let her in the house, she'd be right there by his recliner. My dad don't really show any emotion but I'm sure it hurts him.
She had became sick in the last two weeks, she wouldn't eat her food, or drink water, weight dropped significantly and lost a lot of her beautiful orange hair. She was no longer our Cindy. Even though the initial blood test from the vet showed nothing wrong, it was apparent she was dying. And my dad had to make a tough decision, continue trying to fight for an elderly cat or let her pain and suffering end.
June 21, 2016, Cindy was made an angel. I will miss her. Knowing I won't see her when I open the garage door, or hear her meows when she's ready to come in, or even cleaning her hair all over the garage. I'm just happy to know her pain and suffering is finally over. Now she gets to rest in peace and run around with our other passed on family members. She'll never be forgotten.
Today I had lost my dear cat, Cindy. Her age was unknown but she looked at least a year old when I first found her in 2003.
Found her outside my bedroom window where I used to live, with my mom. I was about 14. I went outside and gave her some ham thinking she was hungry and boy was she. I wanted to keep her cause she was scared and we lived in a busy intersection. My mom said no because couldn't keep animals in the apartments (even tho she was the manager), so I quickly called my dad and see if he would take her in. My dad never said no to me. So right after school, picked her up, had my mom take me to my dads and left her there in the garage, which became her home.
Cindy was with us when we lost our beloved dog, Curly Sue, a year later. Cindy gave us comfort and tried to heal my broken heart. Around 2005 she had became a mother of 6. It was a dark time because the pound who was supposed to get just the kittens had also taken Cindy. We ended up having a family member go get her out and was saved. Over the years, Cindy adjusted well to life. She lived slow and on her pace. She wasn't ever a hyper cat, or wanted to play much. She pretty much made her own rules. She made us know when she wanted to come into the garage, when she was out of food and when she wanted to go out. I admit during the years I would get upset with her. As she loved sleeping on my car, scratching it, and tearing up the carpet in the garage and make a mess with her hair. But she was still a family member. I would always go to her after cleaning her mess and rub her down, and she'd purr and give me a nice bite as a "that's what you get".
My dad loved her and took the best care he can for her. And it showed as she was closer to him. He'd be outside drinking a beer after working on the yard and she'll be out there laid out on the grass with him. When he came home from work, she'd be there with him in the garage as he untied his shoes. When he would let her in the house, she'd be right there by his recliner. My dad don't really show any emotion but I'm sure it hurts him.
She had became sick in the last two weeks, she wouldn't eat her food, or drink water, weight dropped significantly and lost a lot of her beautiful orange hair. She was no longer our Cindy. Even though the initial blood test from the vet showed nothing wrong, it was apparent she was dying. And my dad had to make a tough decision, continue trying to fight for an elderly cat or let her pain and suffering end.
June 21, 2016, Cindy was made an angel. I will miss her. Knowing I won't see her when I open the garage door, or hear her meows when she's ready to come in, or even cleaning her hair all over the garage. I'm just happy to know her pain and suffering is finally over. Now she gets to rest in peace and run around with our other passed on family members. She'll never be forgotten.
