by Elizabeth Brown
I brough B'Geerah home for a local pet shop. She was the last of her litter. Even her mother had been sold. She was so very happy to be out of that cage. She purred and purred. Even in the car on the way to the local PetSmart she purred. We even took her in the store with us. She still continued to purr. Even on the way home. She purred all night long and into the next day. I was amazed that a cat could purr THAT must. B'Geerah was a little character as a kitten. One day she climed into the hampster cage just to see what was in there. he hampster was sleeping in a ball and B'Geerah didn't even realize it was there. We had guine pigs and she would play with them. She never hurt them. They were just something furry to chase. She always knew when I needed some comfort. You see I suffer from depression. When I was sick or feeling depressed she would just into my lap and just sleep. She was sort of a standoffish cat. Didn't like to be picked up or held. However, when I was feeling blue she would come to me and let me just stroke her. She was a good cat. I loved her more than most people will ever know. Even more than my husband. Then came the terrible day when I came home from vacation to discover that not only were my husband and my children gone, but B'Geerah (and the other cats) were gone! You see, B'Geerah didn't really die. My husband had gotten rid of her! I have NO idea where she is or even if she is still alive. I hope and pray that she is alive and well with someone who loves her as much as I do and she will live a long and happy life.
B'Geerah, I love you and miss you soooo much. If even I find you, you are welcome and won't be bothered by that nasty husband (soon to be ex) of mine. I wish you well. Be assured that we WILL again meet someday. My baby girl hugs and kisses, Mommy