Fireball was one of the most special cats I’ve ever had. He was nearly 5 months old when I first met him, and his brother, Henri. They belonged to the people who lived next door to us, and they were basically ignored.
Once both cats realized I had kids they were over our house all of the time. I noticed they were thin and I started feeding them. Around Halloween of 2006 I persuaded my husband to let me take the cats in for good. My husband immediately fell in love with Fireball. Soon afterward the neighbors moved and never even checked on the cats.
They simply did not care.
Fireball had long, orange-red fur and the most gorgeous copper eyes I have ever seen on a cat. He loved to chase laser light beams, and he loved to sit with his people. He would mew whenever he saw me, and he would demand attention. He had a kingly air about him – this was one special cat. I fell in love with him.
Fireball died on January 23, 2007, when my home burned. Seven other cats died that day too, including Henri. I miss all of them terribly, but I think I miss Fireball the most of all. I only had him for three months but during that time he made himself an important part of my life. Even though I am devastated by his loss, I am grateful for the time I had him. It was truly a privilege to have been his owner.
I promised all of my cats that I would always take care of them and that I would never let anything hurt them. I am so sorry I did not keep that promise. I’m sorry I let you down. Even though I only had you for a short while Fireball, you were so special to me and I miss you horribly. Hopefully I get to see you again someday. Thanks for all of your love, and for all of the great memories. I love you.
Thanks for being such a wonderful friend,
| Fireball |
| 23, Jan 2007 |
| Liz Larson |