I found Annie at the local animal shelter in May 1995. She had been found abandoned along with her sister in a yard and both were brought to the shelter. I was going to take both of them, but another family beat me to it and took her sister. Annie was my Mother’s Day present to myself that year. I had just lost Cleo, my cat of 20 years and we had another kitten at home that needed a companion – Annie was it. I was especially bonded to Annie, she seemed to always know when I needed a friend or when I was upset. She was with me when I went through a divorce, several moves and finally to a permanent home with a new “Dad” and the eventual addition of two furball sibs to the family.
About 2 months ago, we noticed things weren’t right w/ her, a trip to the vet and many tests confirmed feline diabetes. At first, she took her meds mixed in w/ treats and I was so excited to think we had “beaten” the sickness. Not so. After just a few days, Annie would not eat and would hardly move. We knew the time had come.
I have lost other pets, but with losing Annie the grief was just unbelieveable. We had her cremated and when the time is appropriate, we will take her ashes to my brother’s home and spread them in their garden to be with Annie’s “cousin” cat’s ashes at the foot of a rose bush that belonged to my grandmother, and is still thriving many years later.
So, this is Annie’s Tail told in a very few lines. How can you sum up losing a friend that always waited for you to get home from work and always climbed up in your lap to greet you hello. I just miss her so much.
With love,
| Annie |
| Rhonda Bertram |