Tribute to C.C. In-memory –of-pets
The angels called and you could not wait for your 18th birthday on July 1. I had even promised you ice cream for the big celebration although it is a no-no on the renal diet. Now I will celebrate the day knowing my precious
angel is with me in spirit.
I remember the first day I ever saw you. You were one day old. Your wild mommy had brought you and the other babies to a friend’s apartment complex where she had been fed. To save your lives, I brought Momma cat and babies to my house where you remained
until you crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
You were a special cat. How could you not be after all those years together. I called you “Fat Boy” when you were a baby. You were almost as wide as long. Your walk and looks reminded me of Charlie Chaplin and hence the name. While the other kittens played, you continued to nurse. Your fat helped you survive the lick attack of the two 100+ lb dogs, Ranger and Whiskey. Mommy would no longer have anything to do with you kitties. You refused to come out of your bed or eat. Days later when I bathed you, I found a small nick in your side. However, you survived and thrived.
You were not a lap cat or overly affectionate. Yet you enjoyed being petted and loved being talked to. Mostly you kept busy doing cat things by yourself. When brother Huggy Bear was alive you two spent your time fighting. You became much more affectionate when you suddenly went blind two years ago. You were major depressed at first. I spent a lot of time walking you around the house and backyard. Soon you were able to maneuver as well as the sighted cats, even climbing up to counters, but seemed to have trouble locating where sound was coming from when I called you. You loved to go out to the backyard. You could not locate me when I called your name but if I “meowed” you would pinpoint exactly where I was and came running. The last several years as you had begun to show signs of aging,
I think it really frustrated you.
You were a very photogenic cat. I must have over a hundred photos of you, not a one of them a bad picture. Every time I picked up the camera, there was the C.C., ready to pose. Never had to chase you for a picture! I always intended to enter you in photo contests but didn’t. With those good looks you would have had to win.
On May 13, you were diagnosed with renal failure and anemia and unknown infectious process. A week after the initial tests your renal numbers were lowered but the anemia was worsening. After two weeks of antibiotics the WBC was still climbing. You went into heart failure Friday. You were just too weak to handle all this.
Now you are reunited with your mommy, brother Huggy Bear and sister Tinkerbell. I close my eyes and can see you running and playing – free from pain and suffering and, most important, able to see again. I know that Boo Boo, who crossed the Bridge one month before you, was there to welcome you. I’m the one left with the pain of missing you. After Boo Boo passed I cried all the time. Since losing you I now cry even more. I hurt so much. Eventually I will be able to smile and laugh again when I think of you. I know that one day I will be reunited with you, Boo Boo, and all my other kitty and doggie angels. There are a lot of them already waiting! Until that day always remember how much I love you and miss you.