August 21st 2009 8:39 am
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mommy cant believe it's been a week and a day already since i went to the bridge...I know she really misses me. So does Chance, he was like my lil brother.
and Patches, well Patches was TERRIFIED of me the first few days he was in our house...he and Spot thought i was gong to murder them or something and used to run and hide under the cat climber hissing so Pookie would run to me and smack me on the head till I stopped tryin to get to the kittens.
It took a few days but they eventually realized that, no i wasnt tryin to kill them, but i so badly wanted to sniff them and see who they were so we could be friends! Once they understood this they came to me ALL THE TIME for cleaning and to rub on me. Mom is sad she never got any pix of me giving the kittens cowlicks when i tried to groom them like they were askin me to do.
Anyway, Patches lost his brother Spot 6/27/07. Then Pookie, one of his surrogate kitty dads went to the bridge on 1/1/08. Next was Bogie 1/5/09 who was a snuggle buddy of Patches. But his worst day must have been the day Feets and I died. Poor Feets had all these young kitties to take care of, they all thought he had to be their dad, clean them, cuddle them and let they take up all of his favorite spots to be close to him. In one day Patches lost his kitty and dog dad surrogates...mom said he looks like he has seen a ghost all of the time since he must smell all of his beloved friends but cant find them as our scents get fainter and fainter...
Hard as it was for mom, grandma and grandpa to say goodbye & let both of us go in the same day they at least understood that it was the best thing to do as our guardians.
The rest of the fur pack dont know what happened or why and I wish i could tell them that i'm fine and I dont fall down anymore or have bloody noses here at the bridge. I get to see Peanuts, Pookie, Bogie and Feets and I have met Mittens and Rudy who both went to the bridge before I came to live in the house.
I spent four years of my life without my mommy in my first home which wasnt very nice. But since Dec 22, 2002 I have been with my mom and had been given everything I ever wanted (ok maybe not as much junk food as I would have liked) and was very spoiled and happy.
Then I got a nose bleed 12/13/08 and mom knew it wasnt years, but only months she would have to spend with me and then i REALLY got a lot of attention. and junk food. After 8 months of me getting gradually worse from the tumor growing in my nose and side effects of the meds I was on, mom knew I had had enough. my back legs just didnt want to cooperate anymore. I didnt want to go for a walk, it was too hard with my leg problems and my breathing. I didnt want even moms special meatloaf she made for me or any of my treats. But she really knew I was too tired when I stopped following her from room to room like i ALWAYS did. it was just too much effort to even walk from the kitchen to the living room. so my nice kind vet came to our house and let me go so here I am at the bridge.
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