" Dusty "
1978 ----- Aug. 22 1998
Cat
For 20 years I had a special friend.
I was six when I first brought her home.
The bond we developed was one not easily understood
by many. She was more "my" cat than the "family" cat.
My room was her room she would have her designated
cuddle time (that lasted for one hour every day) and would
come and tell me when it was time to go to bed.
I'm told that when I would stay out late or go on a trip
she would wander around the house looking for me
and meowing as if she were in pain.
My parents found this odd and yet were also amused.
Her death was sudden. I was outside the country when I got the
phone call that she had been hit by a car outside our home.
What hurts most is that I never got the chance to say good-bye
until some time afterwards. I also feel guilty because two nights
before it happened I had a dream that she was hurt and bleeding.
I was going to call home that week-end to see if she was okay,
but... I miss her terribly and think of her all the time.
Karen
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| Karen |