Last November 27th 2001 four kitties were born to my cat Billie.
One of them died shortly after leaving her only three babies:
Ginny Lily and Harry.
About a month later my father brought from the vet a
recently-born (male) precious tiny and starving kitty who had been
taken from his own mother and abandoned at his home.
My father offered Billie as a substitute mother and ourselves for
should he need it syringe-feeding.
The kitty had sad eyes was too thin and his legs could barely support
him. Billie adopted him as soon as we presented him to her.
I called him Remus.
Remus got better soon and in no time he had conquered
everyone’s heart at home. My dad and me were specially fond of him
as we syringe-feeded him everyday my mum adored him
and even my grandma who barely pays attention to our cats
thought he was cute.
He now walked properly he was stronger and not so thin.
He played non-stop with Harry and anything that would stay still
for two seconds and cuddled together with Lily and Ginny.
All four brothers fed from Billie everyday and soon Remus passed
from the syringes to exclusive breast feeding.
Soon he started eating solid. He had recovered into a healthy,
belly-developing kitty.
Meanwhile Ginny was growing as strong as a cat can grow.
She was a lively fun-loving kitty who hissed at everyone who touched
her cheese and all of my cats seemed to like her back.
At the beginning of January Ginny started following me everywhere.
It was so curious.
Billie and I would be sitting together and Ginny chose me to sleep
over my and not with her mother. She literally went everywhere I went.
My father soon enlightened me: She thought I was her mother.
I can’t tell you how I felt. Honored Loved privileged blessed.
No words can achieve to describe how she made me feel.
It was one of the most special feelings ever.
She would venture out of her home and dare my lovely
good-but-brute dog just to see me.
Dharma (my dog) would wash her from top to bottom with her
tongue and later I would have to wash the poor Ginny clean.
She began doing this on a daily basis more than once a day
and she captured my heart completely.
As much as I tried to instruct Ginny that Billie was her mother
she became my baby and she knew this.
On January 30th my family and I went on holidays.
I had such a strong bond with Ginny that the night before,
I did something I had never done before holidays by the sea:
I cried because I had to leave Ginny.
It was the last time I saw Ginny or Remus alive.
We spent a good two weeks by the sea on holidays.
Back at home we had left a man (someone we’ve always trusted)
to feed Dharma and our cats.
Everytime we called to see how everything was doing
he said everything was ‘fine’.
The end of our holidays came a few days ago on February 13th
and I returned home dying to see Dharma and Ginny.
I greeted Dharma she licked my face several times nearly threw
me to the ground and when she was greeting the rest of my family,
I went to see my cats.
I greeted everyone of my 7 cats stopping to look twice at Lily and Harry,
Ginny’s brother and sister amazed at how they had grown.
I called Ginny and Remmy. They didn’t come.
When the man that had taken care of them came I knew
what had happened.
The next day after I left Ginny escaped to see me.
She usually waits in Dharma’s paws and meows until I come
to her rescue. That day I wasn’t there and she did not know this.
Dharma is a good dog she’s sweet and had good intentions
but she’s 10 times as big as Ginny and she does not know what size is.
She must have played with her like she always does
or washed her TOO much.
The man took her to the vet but the vet wasn’t there.
She died shortly after and he buried her at my home.
I never knew until two weeks later.
Meanwhile Remmy fell sick. He stopped eating and the man
started feeding him milk in his mouth.
I have the strong feeling that he felt so sick so near his end
he let himself die.
He wouldn’t play he wouldn’t eat he rejected the milk
he was alone all day and would stay under the freezing rain,
never attempting to cover his already sick body.
He died the day before I returned from holidays.
I cried like I never cried before over a pet.
I’ve had a lot of cats before and many of them went away or died
but none broke my heart as Ginny and Remmy’s deaths did.
I buried Remmy alone near where Ginny is and as simple as it was,
it was a beautiful funeral in its own way.
There were an amazing amount of birds nearby the sun was
shining bright everything was oddly silent Enya’s song “May it be”
was stuck in my head all the time and Billie stuck to
me every single moment.
I miss them greatly and it hurts not to have them.
My babies are gone and I can’t do a thing about it.
I know I’ll see them again someday but to suddenly lose not one
but two of your babies and one of which you loved like if she
was your daughter was too much for me and two great pieces
of my heart are missing.
The rest of it is broken in a million pieces and I cannot see the
way to mend it back together anytime soon.
Ginny and Remus I love you,
I always will.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you but I hope you know
how much I love you.
You were are and will always be
my babies.
| Ginny |
| Fabs |