Baxter came into my life in 1990 when everything was going great. He was but a mere kitten at six weeks of age. His fur was lightest tan color I’d ever seen. We bonded quickly. He loved butterscotch candy. In 2001 he became quite ill and I was told he would not live another three months. Him and I refused to accept that. Eleven years was not enough. We fought hard going through many verterinarians. Then we found one that told us that she could not find anything wrong with him. So, for the next ten years we lived our lives normally. Baxter did come down with diabetes the last year of his life, but I gave him his insulin shots three times a day and he did extremely well. Then around June 27th 2011 he decided it was time. He had lived much longer than most cats but his body was tired. His fur had changed through the years from that light tan to an almost chocolate brown. The blue in his eyes has faded. On July 1st 2011 he died in my arms in no pain. The best and biggest part of my life died that day as well. The pain in my heart is massive. I think of him every second of every day.
Baxie, wait for me. I will see you again my love.
My unwavering, eternal love...
| Cameron Mitchell |