I remember the first time I saw Callie. She and another black kitten were at the neighbor’s house. They had gotten the kittens for their daughter to play with. The little girl was only four and she used to beat the cats. So let’s just say that I adopted them.
Callie was shy, but she quickly overcame that with love and attention. She loved us all, but especially my son, Devon. She considered him to be her personal property.
She loved flowers and butterflies. My favorite photo of here is in the front garden of our home in Montana. I’ll always cherish that photo, just like I cherished her.
Callie died on January 23, 2007, when our house burned. Seven other cats died with her. Two escaped. I used to blame myself but I’ve gotten past that now.
Still, I miss them all.
Callie and all of her buddies, as well as many other pets I’ve owned, are all buried near where I live now. I do go visit sometimes just to tell them all that I’ll love them forever.
You are a special girl Callie and I’ll never forget you. Please help Devon get unstuck over this whole mess, since he simply can’t move on and forgive himself. Help him to let go and cherish the memories instead of all the anger and sadness over the fire.
And help me too, when I have those moments when I feel that crushing sadness. I have been able to move on, but from time to time I still grieve. I do miss you.
Rest in peace beautiful girl, until perhaps we meet again.
I love you Callie.
| Callie |
| 23, Jan 2007 |
| Liz Cornish |