Thirteen Years ago my niece wanted a kitten and my mom decided to get her one. There was a lady in the area who was giving away kittens so I went to her house to have a look. As I looked around her kitchen I was shocked. There were cats every where! Every age and size. All of them black. I didn’t know which one to choose. They were all very pretty but I just didn’t feel IT. Then, out of the group of milling cats, a tiny ball of black fluff came over and stood up in front of me and put her paw on my leg and gave a tiny “Mew”. I picked her up and it was love at first sight.
Over the next thirteen years Daisy proved to be a brilliant cat. She would come to you when you whistled and would sit transfixed while you whistled “Danny Boy”. She had a bedtime routine and would eat, drink, use litter box and wash face, then go to bed with my mom or myself. Every night. Always in the same order. She always made us feel as though she were taking care of us. If ever I was sad or crying a small black bullet would shoot form out of nowhere to purr and snuggle and kiss my face as if to say” It’s going to be okay”.
The night she died I held her in my arms and,weak as she was, she purred. It was like she was saying “goodbye”. I told her she had done her job well and had taken good care of us. She could never be replaced. Then she was gone. I miss her so much. My sweet “Baby Girl”
Always missed, Never forgotten,
| Vivian |