Sherbert was my baby. I had never wanted
children, and he seemed to fill my heart and
soul with love that I should feel for a human
child. He was not always affectionate and was
not the easiest cat to live with, but after a
horrible start in life, he was mine.
He would wake me up in the morning by putting my
hair in his mouth and pulling. He would pose for
the camera whenever I wanted to take a picture of
him. His purr and footsteps could be heard
across the house.
Sherbert had some “issues”. He had separation
anxiety and was psychotic. He loved to pull
everything within reach into the litter box when
using it. He loved to box and play fight with
people. He loved to follow me and watch me do
everything.
Sherbert was a solar-powered cat. He had to sleep in the sun, for hours. It seemed the sun’s energy on lasted about 2 hrs, though.
I rescued Sherbert from the animal hospital I worked at. He was a stray that had been given a week to be adopted. He was an adorable kitten, who just needed a home. On the last day, his doom day, I opened my heart, my home, and my life to him.
My savior:
Sherbert saved my life one. Feb. 2005, living in Lake George, NY. The temp dropped to -30. My door somehow did not latched correctly. Later that night, the door popped open and the inside of the trailer froze. No propane for oven, water pipes froze, and fuel oil gelled up. He came in a frantic hurry and bit me, scratched me, meowed at me to wake me up. We had to wrap in blankets, and call the landlord to bring over heaters. I am thankful to Sherbert always for saving my life, and his own.
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First Escape:
July 27, 2005. Living in camper at Exit 18 motel in Glens Falls, NY. He was gone for 4 days. He returned and his eyes told me the story. He had found some strays that protected him. Thank the Goddess and Gods.
Second Escape:
August 6, 2006. Living in motor home at church in South Glens Falls, NY. We had to leave, and I cried. On August 21, we stopped at the church, long enough to ask a worker if she had seem him. She had just said no, when he appeared!!! Aug. 21, I got my baby back. No story in his eyes this time. Just that loud rumbling purr and he ran to my arms. I cried tears of relief, happiness, and joy.
Last time in the car and on my lap:
September 13, 2006. My baby is hurting and sick. He has lost bladder control, blood in urine, and arthritis is preventing him from jumping down from bed to litter box. Being a veterinary technician, I knew the signs. I put him in the car and he sat on my lap in the back seat. When we got to the animal hospital, I carried him in. I was fairly calm at this point. John came in, knew what I was there for. I asked for some time alone with him. I told Sherbert I loved him, and would let him go play with his friend Baby. He would never be replaced. John came back in. I put the tourniquet on his front leg, held his head, and watched at John injected the mercy poison. Within seconds, Sherbert relaxed, and was gone. I removed the tourniquet, and positioned his body into his favorite way. I closed his eyes, picked him up, held him, and whispered “I love you honey. I love you always.” Sherbert was cremated with his big bird stufffy, and collar. As John picked him up, I kissed and hugged Sherbert for the last time.
I wish
I wish I hadn’t gone to eat dinner in Lake George that night. He wouldn’t have escaped the first time.
I wish I had made George fix the motor home door so he couldn’t escaped the second time.
I wish I had a regular place to live. Neither times would have ever happened.
I wish
I wish I could have him back for just one day.
I wish he could see and hear me.
I wish
I wish
I wish
Goodbye, Sherbert. I cried writing this. I cried when you were PTS. I cried for months afterwards. I hope you are happy, pain-free, and don’t hate me for getting other cats after you. I wish my daughter could see you.
I love You,
| Sherbert |
| Michelle |