My little Remington came to me when he was two weeks old. My husband was working at a job and was taking down some older trees and came across a mother cat and her kittens. She claimed all but one and brought the others to a safe, warm place and left behind one little special kitten. My husband made sure he was taken care of with warm bedding and something to eat until the mother cat came back for him.
Well, days went by and she still did not come back for him. That is when he came into my life. My husband brought him in and sat him on the bed. I made him a little box beside my bed out of a small cardboard box and placed him in there for the night. I couldn’t help but to hold this wonderful ball of fur, he was just the cutest thing. He didn’t like the idea of being in that box and little meows came out during the night. I would get up and put him close to me and he would be alright.
Well, knowing I had to be up the next morning for work, I couldn’t do this all night. So, I took my nightgown and placed it in the box with him, I didn’t hear a sound out of him and he quickly went back to sleep. I was in love with him from that moment on.
For the next several weeks was something like no other. Bottle feedings, and the “Hinie Licks” (a soft washcloth to help him potty on his own) and the first time I heard him purr. He filled in the gaps where I had loneliness and would make me smile everytime that I seen him. I only had him a short time almost a year and a half when he got sick from getting into some antifreeze.
I wish I had never let him go outside, but he is a cat what could I do? I really do miss my guy–my heart just isn’t the same. I am crying like a baby writing this for him. I will always love you Remington, I miss our “Kitty Head Coffee”, the little mewts you made instead of meowing, following me everywhere even to the bathroom, my good morning hello’s-I could go on forever about what I miss. I love you very much son. We will be together again.