“SASCHA”
He was just a little handful of grey & white
fluff with a big pink nose and soft pale-
gold eyes. He was sent to me…I’ll always
believe…by St. Francis and my little black
& white Manx. Her name was “BOO” and she had
died only five days earlier.
Leaving the vet’s office, I looked across the
street. There, in a parking lot, all alone…
was this tiny kitten…just sitting there…
staring at me from across the street. I went
over and walked up to him. He just sat there
and looked at me. I asked him “do you have a
home, little cat”? He just mewed at me as he
looked up. I picked him up…and for nearly
eighteen years…I never let him go.
SASCHA was a fun cat. He had a real sense of
humor. Ask him “where are the UFO’s, Sascha”?
and, he would look all around, up toward the
ceiling, checking for UFO’s. I have NO idea
where he learned that one. He would chase a
flashlight beam on the floor, running in a
tight circle, so fast he would get dizzy. He
would sleep right next to me…on my pillow.
16 pounds of soft, warm and purring kitty
right next to your head. Daddy’s Boy.
When he became ill with diabetes and then
kidney disease, he never complained. He let
me give him his daily shots, sub-cue IV and
meds…and never faltered. He was a little
tough-guy. Towards the end, even when I told
him it was OK to give up, he just wouldn’t.
Finally…my wonderful Vet’s told me “it’s
time. Let him rest.”
I held him in a warm blanket, rocking him
and telling him how much I loved him. I
thanked him for making me so happy and for
being my little boy for nearly eighteen
years. He just looked up at me with those
big, warm pale-gold eyes…and he mewed.
Just like the first time we met.
He slowly closed his eyes…and went gently
to sleep. He still was my handsome little
boy…with the big pink nose and the soft
grey & white coat.
The next day, one of my clients called me
to come over to his place. It seems he had
something to show me: an orphaned orange &
white tiger tom kitten…barely 6 weeks
old…with pale green eyes. He handed the
kitten to me. He promptly looked up at me
…and mewed. SASCHA had sent me a friend
to love and to help me stop hurting.
ALEX is now 10 months old. He’s 10 and a half
pounds of solid muscle and he sleeps on my
pillow. He’s a Daddy’s Boy, too.