by Stacy R
My cats have always been like my children. I would like to honor each and everyone of them in this story. My first Tiger. HE was the first pet I ever had. He has cancer as of now and appears to be losing that battle, but still he was a fighter. He loved unconditionally like a person who everyone wishes would come into their lives. He is gray and 19 years old as of now, but all the factors of his age--his yellowish fur and tired little feet have not taken away from his glory. He loved catching mice as he always successfully did. He even got along with the family dog. He always would come to me when I was sick like he had some deep sense about me. He always knew just the right thing to do. He was my first. Not only my first pet, but in a way my first child. Then there was Casey. An orange tabby cat who was so different from the traditional cat. He loved warm blankets more than eating mice and I could put a parakeet up to his face and he wouldn't even take advantage of the opportunity that most cats dream of. Instead he would walk away and cuddle in bed waiting for me to come and join him. He chose to purr only for me and he meowed happily everytime he saw me. He was special all right. A friend who fought till the end. He died in surgery when it was discovered that he had tumors all over his body. They had destroyed everything in him, everything but his heart, his soul, and his will to live for those who loved him. The vet even said that he was amazed that Casey survived as long as he did.... My surviving cats....Kitty, Tiger's nephew in fact. A beautiful siamese cat who has a deeper beauty inside. He has a heart and always seems to know when something is bothering you. He constantly will come and give you his unbiased love for that is who he truly is. A cat with a heart of gold, one whose bond with me grew stronger after Casey died. ANd Sassy. Her name says it all. SHe loves playing with sparkle balls and is constantly vocal as she is a tortoise shell. She loves the outdoors and even loved the fourth of July as a kitten. Yes, she too is one of kind who loves having her tummy rubbed and who sometimes acts like she hates receiving love, but of course she craves it like any living creature does. My cats...all very different yet all very much the same. All who have fulfilled my life as I have fulfilled there's and i know that no matter what happens. Never will I regret all the years of joy and laughter we had or even the tears of sorrow that have to fall when that time together is over...at least for now. Yet, their presence is strong around me and i imagine them sometimes and it seems that they are really there...if you have a pet that has died please sign the guestbook on my webpage as a memorial to them. the address is http://home.talkcity.com/WallSt/days-pet-memory/index.html
Tonight hug your pets a little tighter and tell them that you love them.
Also feel free to email me if u want to talk about your pets living or dead. I'll be a great friend because i know how the pain seems so unreal so unbearable.
Stacy