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June 19th 2009 1:20 am
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For 19 years and 11 months I saw my my human mom, I was never far from her.
WHen I was just 3 months old I grew very sick, and indeed almost died.
I remember my mom taking me to the dr who told her in cold hard tones I would not see three days from that point unless I stayed in the hospital. My mother was stubborn and I could she she was hurting inside.
She took me home, and I was so releived to be there. She laid me on a feather pillow and even set some small cushions on the floor by me in case I rolled in my sleep.
She set down by me, and though I got so sick I couldnt even lift my head, if I opened my eyes I saw her. She often had the thing humans call wet eyes and she never left my side.
I seemed to get better on a human holiday called Thanksgiving and i caught a delicious odor from the kitchen. it was meat I was sure. I lifted my head up and saw mom shoot to her feet and run for the kitchen. She was yelling "Shes gonna make it..."
I survived, I gave lie to the drs cold words.
Now, almost 20 years later, I know my time is near and I know she will feel hurt, and she will be very very sad.
But, I will be with my fellow friends I outlived, Mego, Pepper one, and the cat BC. We will be watching over her.
She's rocking me now, and I think its time I gave up. I was just waiting for her to tell me it was ok to go.
Cinnamon
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