Morgan was a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat,
with amazing green eyes.
Even the vet would comment on them.
She came down with CRF in the summer of 2001.
GIF tubes endless medicines.
All of which she was owed she was such a marvelous friend
and family member from eating with us at dinner time to watching
over our son when he was a newborn.
Sitting right beside him daring anyone to get too close.
An amazing animal.
In November her GIF tube became infected and had
ruptured through the side of her body.
I just knew it was all over but the vet wanted to try something.
We gave her fluids with needles and mega doses of antibiotics.
The change was unreal. She began to eat anything and everything
she was running around the house unlike her 14 year age.
She was a kitten again gaining weight crawling up my leg
to get in my face even taunting the dog again.
Remarkable!
Had the CRF diagnosis been wrong?
She’d try to eat off my plate something she would never do
even when coaxed. She was climbing curtains.
Christmas came and she received all sorts of new toys
from Santa.
She combed the Christmas tree just like before.
It was truly a joyous holiday season.
About a week after Christmas she became sick again.
It all became clear to me–she knew Christmas and she always
loved that time of year. She loved to chew on the plastic plants
climb the tree even romp through the wrapping paper
pile on the floor.
She knew what was going on even if she hid it from
us all too well.
Within a month despite all the world’s best efforts it was time
for her to go. She had shared her last best energy with us
sharing our Christmas and making joyous memories.
Thank you my little girl for all you shared with me in fifteen years
of a beautiful life.
Please wait at the bridge for me I mourn not for you,
but for me.
You can never be forgotten or replaced.
Rick
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