Kurama came to us on the first day of spring 2003. We found her in a box outside an antique store. She was so quiet and full of trust from the moment I picked her up I loved her. She had eyebrows if you can imagine that. They gave her a gentle look and personality. I had just come from the doctor and had had a battery of tests trying to determine why I had such horrible pain. Soon after she found us I was told I would need more tests which revealed the need for a hysterectomy.
I was devastated and frightened but Kurmy saw me through the tests and ultimately the surgery. I remember coming home from the hospital and she slept with me all night,never leaving my side.
A few weeks later I was diagnosed with cancer and can remember crying and Kurmy gently crawled into my lap and licked my nose then my tears until soon I was laughing. The next few months were wrought with mistakes by my physician and after four months I started treatment for my cancer. Kurama was there everyday of that treatment.
For two months I went through chemo and radiation. Everyday she met me after my treatments as if to say that everything was going to be alright. Strangely, I saw her alive for the last time at midnight after my very last treatment. She scampered playfully out the door after one of the other cats never to return.
My daughter found her Friday after school across the street. She had been hit by a car. It absolutely broke our hearts but I believe the timing was too precise. I know she was sent here to help me through this agonizing part of my life. She left this world fulfilling what she was meant to do. I don’t know if I am cured but if at all possible I know she would have given up one of her nine lives to me. Kurama was more than a companion she was my child, my youngest and most beloved.
With all my love,
| Kurama |
| Linda McCans |