My Babyface,
I remember the day you were born so well. It was raining. Your brothers and sisters didn’t make it. But you my darling Babyface, fragile as your were, clung
to life just to be with me.
You lived in a little box on my table, you drank from your bottle, you pottied in a little tiny dish, you had such a sweet, darling babyface which we told you about all the time. And, that my darling, is how you got your name.
As you grew you learned to tell me what to do and how to do it. You ate your dinner on the kitchen table or on my desk while I worked. You demanded and got your tuna, your ice cubes and all the attention you wanted. I loved you more than I could ever tell you. Remember all the times I whispered in your ear, “Whose Baby are you, your mama loves you” and you would look at me as if to say, “That’s what you are supposed to do”.
You survived so many setbacks, you came through each time with flying colors and I just hoped and hoped that you could do it this time. I guess I just wanted you to live forever. I needed you forever. I will need you and love you forever.
For almost 14 years you gave me so much. I can’t look at my kitchen table, I can’t sit there all alone, I just don’t know how.
I see your beautiful golden eyes that were so round and so big and so expressive. How can I not see you again?
I just don’t know.
It was fitting that you left on a raining day because the skies were crying with me at the loss. I know you were happy to be at home with your people, with Pam who loved you too. With Dr. Foor who took care of you for all those years and, with me who loved you with all my heart and soul.
Now my desk is empty, no one is demanding that get up immediately and put ice in a crystal dish, no one is hanging on my shoulder purring loudly in my ear. I don’t have any reason to stop typing to kiss and pet you while you pat my arm for attention… I would give anything now just to clean up a hairball…scoop the litter box, anything if I could just have you back.
I know you are in a better place, I know that because I need to know that. You are sitting on God’s kitchen table eating your tuna and drinking your water with ice out of crystal bowls because he knows that you are the king of cats, the sweetest, most loyal and most loving of them all. All these things I know, but I am so selfish, I needed more time with you. My heart has a hole in it that’s just your size. I know it will get better and I will be able to just look at the wonderful, wonderful times – but for now…. All I can do is be so sad and so lonely and so lost without
you my beautiful, wonderful Babyface.
Who loves you?
| Babyface |
| 8, Apr 2005 |
| Kathy Dodd |