Fritz by Cathy

Fritz was found with her litter mates in a field outside Pomona, Il. She was taken with them to the only store near. Her mother had been shot and the kittens left to die. Fritz was adopted by me and given to my son, then 3 for Easter. Who would have thought she would live so long and be such a wonderful pet. She did not scratch when her little owner carried her in what surely was uncomfortable, horrible positions. Never. He fell on her once, and she was hurt, but she did not scratch. She was so tolerant. And when he finally got old enough to stop bothering her, a sister was born. So good of a cat. She always came over if the baby cried. Sat near by. She would lick the crying baby if she could, but never ever harm. She just seemed concerned. I have always had cats, but never was there a cat I ever met that seemed so empathic, that seemed to care if you were sad. Placing her paw on your cheek… Her favorite thing was to sleep next to your head on the pillow. And she now preferred our daughter’s pillow. And now, today we buried her in cold black soil. Sixteen years, all my adult life.

 

Gone asleep.