Her name was Puddin, but she was fondly called by other names, Pooka Bear and Princess Puddin. I was 14 years old when I found her amongst dozens of other free kittens. I had never seen such a beautiful cat. Her markings were so unique. I brought her home and that night she slept curled up in my arms. A place she demanded every night for the next seventeen and a half years. If I wasn’t positioned right she would wake me with a gentle pat with her paw so that I would move an arm out for her to curl up in.
She was there for it all; my teens, my twenties and even my thirties, 11 different moves, several boyfriends (touching each of their hearts as well), the good times and the bad. She was my rock, the one constant in my life. Always there, full of love.
When she was fifteen we discovered her kidneys were failing. She dutifully if not willingly put up with saline treatments every few days for the next two years. She was a rock. But finally the treatments stopped helping. It was her time to pass over the Rainbow Bridge.
She spent seventeen and a half years curled up in my arms, but she will be forever rapped around my heart.
We miss you Pooka Bear
| Robin Civish |