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My first cat was named Maggie. We thought it was a she cause we didn't know anything about cats. I was in junior high when this happened...about 16 years ago I think.
My dad came home with a black kitten. He said that he was at work, as a tow-truck driver/mechanic and a semi-truck driver came in and asked if someone could find this meowing in his engine. My Maggie had ridden on a semi-truck engine all the way from Colorado during the winter!
I remember seeing him and feeding him little bits of turkey at the time. He was so small. We only have a few pictures back then...cause none of us in our family really took pictures and this was back before cell phones really became a thing for our family.
He was my best buddy and I didn't realize it. I remember falling asleep on the floor and him laying down next to me when I was younger. I remember coming home and seeing him lying in the sun all happy. I remember coming home from ninth grade and being sad and him coming and curling up in my lap. He hardly meowed and didn't do anything bad. He would bite my hands playfully and that is how we would play...but he was smart enough that when my youngest brother Chase played with him that he wouldn't bite as hard. He was a good boy.
I'm going to be honest cause I think Maggie's memory deserves that with what I'm going to write. I did'nt know how to take care of a cat. Also, I was selfish and didn't think of him much during high school, probably cause of family troubles at home, so I didn't want to be home back then. There was a lot of anger in the house a lot of the time. I now know it probably stressed him out big time. He started to act out...he was pee and poop else where in the house which would make my dad mad...then I would get mad at him. There was construction done on the house. I didn't know a litter box needed to be changed regularly...or that the entire thing needed to be changed and cleaned.
I don't remember a lot...but I feel guilty that I didn't play with him more. I worked a lot and did sports right after school to stay away from home. He was always there though. I would like to believe that I went and looked for him after I got home, but I no longer remember. Time went on. He would look out the window at the birds and we started bringing him outside just a little bit which I think he enjoyed. Never too far...he was scared of all the noises.
After about 5 or 6 years I left for college. And I came home once in March. I found him and said bye to him. I came home again in beginning of May I think...to pick something up...and as I was leaving I thought..."I should go find Maggie"...but then I left thinking " He'll be here when I get back".
He wasn't....
I came home for my birthday...I stepped in the house and no one was home...I remember thinking..."something wasn't right", but thought nothing of it and went to the DMV to renew my license. I came home...I looked for Maggie, couldn't find him. I waited till my brothers got home. I asked them where he was....they said he went missing two weeks ago!
Two weeks!! I didn't know what to do...I still to this day don't think about googling things right way to find out information. I just went to the bed I was sleeping in and cried for the next two hours. he was gone and I didn't take the time to see him the last time I was home. We never found him. One of my brothers tried looking for him with his friends, but we never did find him. I didn't even look that day....
It'll be in three days the anniversary of that day. May 28th, my birthday. I live at home with my parents now because I am going back to school again. It is hard sometimes to see the places where he would lay down, or when I'm outside I would picture where he would have gone, if I would have found him if I was home. I regret not being home. I found him once during high school, he had gotten out...I looked for half an hour. I found him two feet away from the door under a wood pile because it had rained last night so I thought he wouldn't have gotten far. But after two weeks, I didn't have a clue where to look for him.
Two more memories and then I'll finish. I remember coming back home during college. I was sleeping and Maggie would wake me up by batting my hand with his paws if it was time for him to eat in the morning. I remember giving him his food and then putting my head up against his body and he was purring. He was such a good sweet boy, so content just to eat.
This other memory isn't really a memory, but my youngest brother Chase told me actually within the last year or two...that Maggie had sat in the chair at the front door waiting for me to come home for five days after I left for college. He did love me...and as far as I remember I didn't show it back well enough in my opinion.
I have another cat now and I feel guilty sometimes after how much I have learned to take care of a cat. I always say bye to my cat, Aria, now...just in case.
I have been wanting to put a memory of him somewhere. I try to think of the good times I had with him, but since it was so long ago...I don't remember a lot, just like I don't remember a lot of the first year with my cat Aria, now. But it is hard...I still cry when memories come up...I still wonder...I still wonder if I could have saved him or found him. I wonder how scared and frightened he was. He was declawed which makes matters worse.
I couldn't talk about it with anyone except my brother Chase, who is as sad as I am. My mom and dad didn't care as much. And mostly everyone says don't be so hard on myself. I try to live on and think that Maggie would want me to treat Aria with as much love as I had for him. And I try that. Sometimes I think...how can it hurt so bad so many years later still? I can barely read these articles on this forum without thinking of him.
He was a good boy, and a better friend than I deserved growing up. He made me happy without asking much in return and he taught me how to love the cat that I have had since she was a kitten, who I found next to the hotel I was staying at in Missouri.
Thank you for letting me post these memories of him. Thank you for letting me remember him and "talk" about it. Most people just think I'm weird for being brokenhearted about a cat so long ago.
All I want...is one day...one hour...one minute...to tell him I loved him and to treat him the way I should have treated him and to say goodbye. I hope that we are reunited with our pets after we pass on....I don't see how things can be good otherwise.
All I want is the time to say goodbye to him.
Thanks for reading.
My dad came home with a black kitten. He said that he was at work, as a tow-truck driver/mechanic and a semi-truck driver came in and asked if someone could find this meowing in his engine. My Maggie had ridden on a semi-truck engine all the way from Colorado during the winter!
I remember seeing him and feeding him little bits of turkey at the time. He was so small. We only have a few pictures back then...cause none of us in our family really took pictures and this was back before cell phones really became a thing for our family.
He was my best buddy and I didn't realize it. I remember falling asleep on the floor and him laying down next to me when I was younger. I remember coming home and seeing him lying in the sun all happy. I remember coming home from ninth grade and being sad and him coming and curling up in my lap. He hardly meowed and didn't do anything bad. He would bite my hands playfully and that is how we would play...but he was smart enough that when my youngest brother Chase played with him that he wouldn't bite as hard. He was a good boy.
I'm going to be honest cause I think Maggie's memory deserves that with what I'm going to write. I did'nt know how to take care of a cat. Also, I was selfish and didn't think of him much during high school, probably cause of family troubles at home, so I didn't want to be home back then. There was a lot of anger in the house a lot of the time. I now know it probably stressed him out big time. He started to act out...he was pee and poop else where in the house which would make my dad mad...then I would get mad at him. There was construction done on the house. I didn't know a litter box needed to be changed regularly...or that the entire thing needed to be changed and cleaned.
I don't remember a lot...but I feel guilty that I didn't play with him more. I worked a lot and did sports right after school to stay away from home. He was always there though. I would like to believe that I went and looked for him after I got home, but I no longer remember. Time went on. He would look out the window at the birds and we started bringing him outside just a little bit which I think he enjoyed. Never too far...he was scared of all the noises.
After about 5 or 6 years I left for college. And I came home once in March. I found him and said bye to him. I came home again in beginning of May I think...to pick something up...and as I was leaving I thought..."I should go find Maggie"...but then I left thinking " He'll be here when I get back".
He wasn't....
I came home for my birthday...I stepped in the house and no one was home...I remember thinking..."something wasn't right", but thought nothing of it and went to the DMV to renew my license. I came home...I looked for Maggie, couldn't find him. I waited till my brothers got home. I asked them where he was....they said he went missing two weeks ago!
Two weeks!! I didn't know what to do...I still to this day don't think about googling things right way to find out information. I just went to the bed I was sleeping in and cried for the next two hours. he was gone and I didn't take the time to see him the last time I was home. We never found him. One of my brothers tried looking for him with his friends, but we never did find him. I didn't even look that day....
It'll be in three days the anniversary of that day. May 28th, my birthday. I live at home with my parents now because I am going back to school again. It is hard sometimes to see the places where he would lay down, or when I'm outside I would picture where he would have gone, if I would have found him if I was home. I regret not being home. I found him once during high school, he had gotten out...I looked for half an hour. I found him two feet away from the door under a wood pile because it had rained last night so I thought he wouldn't have gotten far. But after two weeks, I didn't have a clue where to look for him.
Two more memories and then I'll finish. I remember coming back home during college. I was sleeping and Maggie would wake me up by batting my hand with his paws if it was time for him to eat in the morning. I remember giving him his food and then putting my head up against his body and he was purring. He was such a good sweet boy, so content just to eat.
This other memory isn't really a memory, but my youngest brother Chase told me actually within the last year or two...that Maggie had sat in the chair at the front door waiting for me to come home for five days after I left for college. He did love me...and as far as I remember I didn't show it back well enough in my opinion.
I have another cat now and I feel guilty sometimes after how much I have learned to take care of a cat. I always say bye to my cat, Aria, now...just in case.
I have been wanting to put a memory of him somewhere. I try to think of the good times I had with him, but since it was so long ago...I don't remember a lot, just like I don't remember a lot of the first year with my cat Aria, now. But it is hard...I still cry when memories come up...I still wonder...I still wonder if I could have saved him or found him. I wonder how scared and frightened he was. He was declawed which makes matters worse.
I couldn't talk about it with anyone except my brother Chase, who is as sad as I am. My mom and dad didn't care as much. And mostly everyone says don't be so hard on myself. I try to live on and think that Maggie would want me to treat Aria with as much love as I had for him. And I try that. Sometimes I think...how can it hurt so bad so many years later still? I can barely read these articles on this forum without thinking of him.
He was a good boy, and a better friend than I deserved growing up. He made me happy without asking much in return and he taught me how to love the cat that I have had since she was a kitten, who I found next to the hotel I was staying at in Missouri.
Thank you for letting me post these memories of him. Thank you for letting me remember him and "talk" about it. Most people just think I'm weird for being brokenhearted about a cat so long ago.
All I want...is one day...one hour...one minute...to tell him I loved him and to treat him the way I should have treated him and to say goodbye. I hope that we are reunited with our pets after we pass on....I don't see how things can be good otherwise.
All I want is the time to say goodbye to him.
Thanks for reading.
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