The day I went to the pet store, I wasn’t looking for a kitten, but there you were. You and your brother sitting in the cage waiting on someone to take you home. Your brother was sitting at the front and you were quietly sitting in the back. When I walked up to the cage to look at the two of you, I reached in to pet your brother and he hissed and pulled away from my hand, but you immediately ran over and wanted me to pet your head. I knew then I had to take you home.
I had had a lot of cats in the past and loved them all, but you were different from the very start. When I got you home that day, you were perfectly content being there even though you were only 6 weeks old. You just fit in.
During the 10 years we had together, you were my friend. You were always perfect, never complained about anything. You were just happy to be a part of the family and THAT you were. You were so smart and understood everything going on. You were always there for me, waiting at the door when I got home to greet me and do your loud purr and chatter to let me know you were happy to see me. Everything was so good, you were always healthy, never sick. Then all at once, you got sick and I rushed you to the vet, to find out the most dreaded news, my precious Dusty had cancer. You knew something was wrong and even tho you knew you had to go, you hung on for those four days because you knew I just couldn’t give you up. Then when I realized you were hanging on for me, I knew I had to let you go.
I talked to you that Thursday morning about how I understood if you had to go and that it would be OK. That we would be together some day and never have to be apart again. And as always you understood and after a few hours, you closed your eyes and very peacefully went to rainbow bridge and I know you are there waiting for me. It has been 14 months since you had to go. I love you and miss you terribly, but get comfort in thinking about our reunion.
With Love,
| Debbie |