Jet came to us when she was so tiny she could not even lap milk from a saucer! My daughter-in-law, Mandy, and I heard this faint little meow outside. There in the neighbors driveway was this little black fur ball. Still to this day do not know where she came from. I just know that she chose me to be her human to care for her and love her. And I did just that till the end of her days.
Jet, or Meaner Mow, as some us would call her, or Pooty, was such a loving little creature. When I would sit down on the sofa she would get behind my neck and reach around and rub her furry little check against my cheek. We loved her so much.
When she first came to us, it took me nearly a week to tame her enough to catch her. I would sit for hours outside with warm milk trying to coax her to me. Finally, after many hours, she rubbed her little cheek against my hand. There the bond was created and would never be broken. She would sleep under the cover with me at night. All I would have to do is say “Pooty, it is time to go to bed”, she would make a bee-line to the bed! She suddenly got sick and passed on May 6, 2005.
She was only about 18 months old.
You see, I have a 7 year old grandson that was sick constantly. He was diagnosed with asthma, heart murmur and an under lying sinus infection. At the time he was diagnosed, Jet started to become ill. She started having trouble breathing, and was losing weight at a very fast rate. She started throwing up. I took her to see the Vet, and he diagnosed Jet with asthma. This was on April 25th, 2005. The vet put her medication for asthma but her condition just got worse by the day. So we returned with her to vet on May 4, 2005. The x-ray showed she had mass between her lungs that was covering her heart. He said her would have to keep her to run some more test. As the Vet was about to take her away, I kissed her and told her that I loved her so much.
I called on May 5, 2005 to check on her condition and the vet said that he had to sedate her, that she was having a real hard time getting her breath. The vet did a chest tap twice to remove fluid in her lungs. The morning of May 6th, I again called the vet to check on Jet’s condition. The vet said that he was going to tap her chest once more,
and run some blood test.
At 8:06 pm that very same night, my phone rang. It was the vet. I will never forget the words that rang in my ear, the voice on the other end of that phone was a sad one. His words was “Ms. Jennings, I have some bad news”, (I thought maybe she had some health condition that she would have to take medication for the rest of her life, I could have dealt with that), I just was not prepared for the next words out of his mouth. “We just lost Jet”.
I had to wait until the next to pick her little lifeless body up at the vet. I brought her home and we gave her a beautiful funeral. I can look out at special garden everyday and see her grave.
You see, the better that my grandson got, the sicker Jet became. I believe she made a supreme sacrifice, and gave her precious little life for the precious life of my grandson.
Jet,
We love you and always will. We miss you so much. You will be with us forever. Your little paw prints are embedded in our hearts forever. You was and will aways be “my Special Little Angel”.
We will see you again some day. Just be there waiting! I still find your little “fuzzy button toys around the house where you had them hid. I get so sad and cry but then I just think that maybe that is a sign from you, that you are happy and well.
Just know that we all miss you very much, Jezebel, Monroe, and Tippy, especially Jezebel! Since you was like her own little kitten. She has been so sad, I know that she is grieving for you also.
You will be loved and missed forever -
Love,
| Debbie and Mike Jennings |