{Biblical }
March 1 1989 —- Jan. 17 2000
Feral / Korat
I wake up in the morning now feeling so alone.
A feeling of someone staring at me woke me; you knew this.
Before I could do anything I had to give you your breakfast
because you wanted it “N-O-W!”
If I didn’t move fast enough repeatedly you would prance in circles
calling “Ma,” “Ma,” “Ma.”
I wanted to believe you could talk to me even if your vocabulary
was only three words “Now,” “Ma,” and definitely “No”!
Your bright gold eyes had me believing that I had the best
treasure in the world.
Now you’re gone and even though I have two more in your place,
my gold treasure is gone and my heart aches with so much
sadness and loneliness.
You taught me so much gave me too much and now I’m lost inside.
On the 17 of January you cried so much with pains even growled
(something you rarely did) refused to eat and wouldn’t purr for me.
I couldn’t find it in my heart to bring you again to strange veterinarians
here in New York. You needed your familiar vet in Foxboro Mass
and I knew a good-bye trip was immediate.
From 1 to 4 in the morning I held you and cried and tried to comfort you.
You never looked at me. After 11 years your communication
was very clear. That morning I called Dr. William Best.
He would see you at 4 that afternoon just enough time for me to pack
and find a sitter for your brother and sister (so to speak) and
make the three-hour-long trip.
During the ride you remained very quiet very much unlike you.
You loved to scare the toll-both people look out the window and sit on my
lap or sit in the back window. This time you were silent and stiff with
pain in your eyes. I would try to pet you and you would pull away.
I stopped at MeMere’s to let her know that we were in the area and
she offered to pay for your cremation so you could come home
one last time forever. I cried even more with relief this time because
I don’t really want you somewhere I didn’t know.
Your MeMere couldn’t say good-bye to you because “it hurts,” she said.
We quietly waited in the vet’s office waiting to be seen.
Then it was our turn. I went in with you took the carrier apart and
you just sat and looked down.
I kept telling you it was OK and I loved you so very much.
Your old friend came in and checked you over and had me sign the papers.
Everything suddenly became a blur.
Dr. Best checked you and gave you a sleeping shot went out and I
held you till you fell asleep. When the Dr. returned and he touched you
you growled and he said “that wouldn’t be my old buddy Job if he didn’t
give me that last word.”
The pink cocktail was given and within 10 seconds my best friend
was gone forever. As I now sit and think about Job the Chosen’s life
he had a very full life for a cat.
He did pet therapy in the nursing homes hospitals and shut-ins in the area
of Rhode Island Massachusetts and New York.
Job had a fondness for being what I called a “moveable Prop” in the theater
doing plays such as “Bell Book & Candle,” “Stage Doors,” and “Park
your Car at Havard Yard” with the late E.G. Marshal.
Job won spots in two calendars. In 1995 he was July 24th
“winner of the week” for Workmans 365 days of cats.
Then in 1996 he was the month of July for the Humane Association
of Northwestern R.I. Inc. Pet Calendar.
At the one and only cat show he was in Job took two ribbons
but continued to win ribbons at shows if they had a photo section;
he even achieved “Best Photo of Show” and several others.
For the last two years of his life he became an “educational ambassador”
with his best friend Elijah’s Hope my African Serval.
They would go to schools to teach children about themselves.
You see Job was a feral cat. He was always a hit with his and acting skills.
He taught me alot gave from his heart and left me with a lot
of memories of love. How many people can say that of a feral cat?
I can with pride and tears.
I will miss him my friend my pal as well as a teacher and so
won’t the community and the people whose hearts he touched.
Good-bye my friend I love you.
Dr. Best said I gave him the greatest gift.
Why does it hurt so much?
Deborah – Ann Milette
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