Remembering I was not thrilled when my sister who had recently
moved in with us brought along four feline friends.
I have two dogs of my own and I did not want an animal
farm in my new home.
As time passed I became rather fond of one cat imparticular
his name was Korey. He was a 4 month old polydactyl and was just
the sweetest thing you ever saw.
My husband gave him the name “Cuppie ” after determining if you
mate a cat and dog you get cuppies.
Now he was a special little guy who licked my face while I slept
chased my 7 pound dog around the house and purred loud enough
to be heard upstairs while he was sleeping on the couch.
He loved to play with his older brother Kahluah and was always happy.
One night last week my sister and I were making dinner when “Cuppie”
came in the kitchen. My sister picked him up and was loving him
talking in his ear and laughing.
She placed him on the ground where he then followed us in the living room.
As he attempted to jump on the couch my sister noticed his hind
leg was shaking suddenly he fell backwards and landed on the ground
unconscious. We had no idea what was going on.
My sister was crying as my husband tried CPR but it was to late.
He was gone. We all sat in disbelief crying and trying to
figure out what went wrong. In less than a minute he was just gone.
The vet thinks he may have had an aneurysm or maybe a seizure.
Nothing that could be prevented.
My sister and I buried him in a brightly colored box with pictures of
his brother and 2 sisters some catnip and blankets and a few toys.
He lies in peace in my mother’s backyard where my sister can go visit him.
In the short time I knew him I fell in love.
He was my little cuppie and I will miss him very much.
Sometimes I think I can hear his purr but I know he
is in a better place.
Jennifer Meyer
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