Cicero, my Child,
Son of Rome – yes, that’s where we met. At the Torre Argentina shelter. You were so keen to come along .. and Silvia went through such an effort to convince me – over several days! Daniele even reproached me for complaining that two cats might be a bit much .. he said to me he had four. And so it was that you crossed the Alps with me two days later on the way to your new home. Robin immediately accepted you – and everybody just adored you.
You were .. you are .. such a sweet little boy. You loved life, you loved people. But you were ill .. for seven more months. I tried all I could; saw several vets; went to two clinics.. to no avail. Cicero, please forgive me from dragging you around for all these months, for force-feeding you medicines, for all the needle pricks and tablets. But I meant well – I would’ve done anything to save you, my baby.
In the end not even your passing was easy for you, and you suffered. It was a last cruel hour until you were released to a better world, I hope.
Cicero – Sangore as your Italian friends called you – I miss you. By now your brother León has followed you and has joined you in this happy place where I hope to see you again. He was killed by a car only a few weeks ago. Both of you died young – far too young at age one. Though you were both lucky enough to be adopted, fate did not allow you to enjoy it for very long. Or indeed, did allow me to see you grow up and enjoy a long healthy lifespan.
As would only have been just.
Please wait for me, my gentle friend, my child.
I love you,
| Cicero |
| 14, May 2002 |
| Diana Hartig |