What can I say about my HobieCat? When she was a kitten, she looked just like a gremlin. She was the frisky one of the bunch. I should have know she was trouble. She wasn’t a friendly cat to people. Most people called her psycho kitty or the cat from Hell. But she loved me. It was her and me for almost 18 years.
She was the most beautiful cat. Even when she grew old, she looked as if she was only 3 or 4. She never went gray. She only slowed down in the last few months of her life. When she tried to jump up on things, she would sometimes miss, and I felt so bad when that happened. In the last month or so, her fur got matted and she looked so pathetic. But she would chew your arm off before she would let you brush her.
The last week of her life she started wheezing. Thursday morning at 2:30am, I woke up with her laying on my chest, looking at me and wheezing in my face. I couldn’t sleep for awhile after that. My sister made an appointment for me with the Vet for Saturday morning. Friday night, I slept in the recliner with Hobiekitty on my legs. We had a nice, peaceful night. She hardly wheezed at all.
My sister took us to the Vet on Saturday. The Vet said she didn’t have too much time left. I didn’t want her to suffer, so I made the hardest decision I ever had to make. She laid in my lap as I told her goodbye and I loved her. She even let my sister pet her, which Hobie never let anyone but me do. My only regret is that I didn’t stay with her at the end.
It has only been 2 days, and I feel like my heart is broken. I keep waiting for her to come walking into the room and jump in my lap.
It’s so lonely without her.
What can I say? I miss her so much.
There will never be another Hobiekitty.
I love you and miss you,
| HobieCat |
| Andrea Orosz |