Silverado:
Tuesday, 09November2010 is the day you left me to go be with God. For almost nine years you brought happiness, laughter, worry, and love into my life. You will always be Momma’s Little Feller.
I remember the day Noah brought you home. You were such a little ball of fluff, full of life and trusting to the world. You ran and played, ate and slept, and gave us your trusting love.
One day I accidently stepped on you and literally squashed the poop out of you. I panicked and called the vet to whom I cried and was sure I would lose you. The vet agreed to come in after hours and make sure you would be alright. I was so happy you survived.
You were always a wandering soul. One time you came home with a broken hip. I rushed you to the vet, but your bones were so small they couldn’t do anything for you. The vet said you would have to heal on your own. You limped for a long time.
You moved across country with us three times and endured long periods of travel in your carrier. You stayed in hotels with us where we had to vacuum your fur off the drapes before we checked out so as not to have to pay a pet cleaning charge. You wanted to go out so very badly and we could not risk it. Preparing a place for you to lay in the sunshine of the window was the best we could do for you during those times.
Your eyes were the bluest I had ever seen. They were also crossed, making it difficult for you to focus. I witnessed you missing the leap from one object to another a couple of times. Bennie thought your crossed eyes were the best he had ever seen. You made him laugh so much.
The DVD player was your favorite toy. We would open and close the device to entertain you.
You were Sylvester’s baby. You and she were Yin and Yang. Like the black and white intertwined symbol, the two of you laid wrapped in each other’s fur. You being white and she being black, the two of you looked like the Chinese symbol. I never saw two cats in love before, but I know the two of you will love each other forever. She licked your little face and buried her tongue in your ear. If you did not hold still, she would hold you down and even sit on you in order to give you a thorough cleaning.
You always sat with and slept with Sylvester. She was closer to you than anyone. The two of you were so much in love. You held her in your arms and Bennie and I thought that was sweet.
I love you Silverado, and I miss you incredibly. You would climb up and lay on my shoulder just like a baby. I would stroke your back and rub your little face. You would purr and fall asleep. You would lay in my lap and sleep. You did not slow down long enough to do this too often, but I was rewarded with your love each time you did. I would croon the words; Momma’s Little Feller to you and you would so love those words and tone in my voice. I would say to you: it’s just me and you Little Feller and you loved that.
I will not forget the heartbreak of that day when I held you one final time. I know there must be a scientific explanation for what the body does when morphing through rigor, but you DID purr and twitch your tail.
I love you Silverado, and I miss you.
I miss you and will always love you.
| Silverado |
| Margie |