Lucky had a rough life. When she was born in 1998, she was born with a broken leg. Furthermore, at 3 weeks, she got so very sick that she almost died. While she was sick, she had to be separated for a few days from the rest of the litter and slept in a check box between us on the bed. When she began to feel better, she would roll over on her back and air-knead – a habit that she kept until the day she passed. While she was alive, she had some really sweet habits. First off, she never really meowed loudly, but would instead “whisper” to us. Secondly, she stole a knit cap from my daughter and carried it everywhere with her – it was her blankie. She would stop, knead it, and talk to it regularly. At night, she would come in, jump up on the bed and flop down. If she wasn’t noticed – or if she felt it was not a good enough flop, she would get up and flop again – quite dramatically.
The day she died was a shock to all of us. She had been a little lethargic the night before, but nothing serious. She accepted lovings that morning, and then walked down the hallway, walked into the bathroom, jumped into the bathtub, laid down and passed over. I found her a short while later…it has been more than difficult to say goodbye. Her brother and sister, niece and nephews openly grieved her loss with their human parents. She is missed daily, and sometimes I think I can hear her still whispering to me.
We will always love you,
| Lucky |
| 2, Jan 2007 |
| Denise Hedley |