My little Q-tip was born 5 years ago on my birthday in September by a stray mother cat that somehow got into our garage and gave birth there. The mother cat had 5 babies; after the kittens were old enough to be given away, I found homes for all of them except Q-tip. For some reason nobody wanted him and being the animal lover I am I just couldn’t take him to the pound, so I asked my husband if we could keep him; seeing as we already had two older cats and my hubby is not really fond of animals, it was a battle to convince him to let me keep him, but in the end I won. Q-Tip was all grey with all white paws and a little white on his face, but one feature I noticed about him is he had this perfect shape of a black heart on his little pink nose.
Through the five years we had him he didn’t want anything to do with anybody in our family except me. He was always by my side day and night. He always had to be between me and the computer keyboard when I did my work on the computer laying his head on my arm and every once in a while would look backwards at me
for a kiss on the head.
One thing my Q-Tip was good at was talking. Oh, how this cat could talk non-stop morning, noon, and night. He also learned to walk on just his hind legs across my kitchen floor whenever I would snap my fingers just above his head. Q-tip also loved to sit at our snack bar on a stool with just his two front paws crossed over each other on the counter like he was praying, watching me prepare dinner every night.
If I left for a few hours to go shopping, he would look for me all over the house in a frantic state until I came home. Then when I walked in the door he would be there to greet me talking at me as if he was scolding me for leaving him. I could go on and on about all the cute little antics he use to pull, but instead I will just keep all these beautiful and funny little memories in my heart to remember him forever.
One night 3 weeks ago (Feb 4th 2005)my precious angel got sick real fast and before I could get him to the vet he went to the bridge. To this day I do not know what illness took his life, but I am so heartbroken and the tears just don’t stop. I just don’t know how to go on everyday while my heart is so torn with grief for my angel.
My precious angel Q-Tip, I love you and miss you and I know that you’re still with me in spirit as I am typing this memorial about you I can still feel your little head resting on my arm and I still bend down and kiss your little head. Be patient, my precious baby, and before you know it we will be together again and as usual you will be right there to greet me and scold me once again for taking too long to come home.
Love ya Angel,
| M Scott |