July 1995 —- Feb. 22 2000
Long Hair Cat
When I had no other choice but to let my Sherlock
leave this Earth with dignity I told my husband no more pets
I don’t want to hurt anymore. I’m so glad that he didn’t listen to me.
As an early Christmas gift almost 5 years ago,he surprised me
with this huge living marshmellow. I named him Quincy because
I had a dream about an unknown black and white cat that crossed my
path and in my dream I heard someone call him Quincy.
Well here he was,he stepped out of my dreams and into my heart.
It took some time for the bond to cement but when it did there
was no mistaking that I was his mom.
He was the most gentlest cat I ever seen. He would come in
bed and start kneading me and then he would turn his head so
I could stratch his ear. This was our ritual. I couldn’t believe it when
he woke me up that Tuesday morning,he was in pain.
How could this be? He was the most healthest cat…he ate,
he drank he played. What could it be.
Well the vet came out with no hope in her eyes.
Again I had to give my consent. But I kept saying”he’s just a baby”.
So here are the tears and the hurt. Soon I know I will be able to
think of him and smile as I can do with the others but for
now I need my time alone to picture him greeting me in
the morning and saying good-night.
I need the time to accept that the blood clot
ended his time here with me too soon.
I love you Quincy
Maria
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