" Tigger "
July 1996
Cat
Tigger was a great cat. She was my mother's cat
and was around before I was ever born.
Then my mom had me and Tigger thought I was her kitten!
She used to sleep in the crib with me and when I got older,
would crawl into bed with me and sleep in my armpit.
She was a tiny cat only weighing 5 pounds but she ruled the house.
I will never forget the one day she probably saved us.
This normally silent cat greeted us at the door when we
retuned home meowing like crazy. She wouldn't stop and
finally my mom looked for the problem.
Turns out there was a gas leak in the house.
We called the fire department and everything turned out fine.
The day we had to put her to sleep was one of the hardest days of
my life. She was 18 years old. I was 17.
I couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been there.
Since then I have learned to live without her.
There is a pine tree in the backyard that marks where
she lives now.
I know that when that tree gets big
I can look at it and remember her.
Paula
| Tigger |
| Paula |