One morning I woke up, and I wanted to get a kitten so bad. I asked my Mom and Dad if I could get one. After bagging, they let me. So, I looked in the paper and I see that someone that lived really close by me, had some kittens that they wanted to give away for free. So, I called them, and they said that they had one more left. So I hurried up and ran over there to get my kitten. When I got her, I fell in love with her. But of course I was only 13 years old.
When I got home, I tried to think of a name for her.. No matter what people said about names, it did not appeal to me. Then I thought, well, she is a Tabby cat, so I will name her Tabatha.
The first 2 years of her life was kinda hectic. She was a little to playful. She used to hide behind the couch, and she would dash out to grab my feet. When ever I would go and look for her, and I knew that she was behind the couch, I would look down from the back of the couch, and I would make a funny noise. She loved to play. She even wanted to play when it was time to go to sleep. Things in my life started to turn bad. She sensed that I was not doing to good. She would come and lay down with me, and try to help me feel better.
When I would cry or be sad, she would be there to help me through it, when I was happy, she would be there to share in it with me. We got so attached to one another, that for one summer I was really busy and I could not spend alot of time with her, and she started to scratch her self, and leave blood paw prints on the wall. I took her to the vet, and I found out that she was really sad that I was not around, and tried to kill herself. From that day on, I told myself that I would never do that to her again..
When it was time for me to move, she came with me, and shared alot in my life, up to the part to where I got married last May. I was so happy that she was still around.
About 2 years ago, she started to have problems. she started to pee all of the time, and she lost alot of weight (She was a fat cat). I could not afford to take her to the vet, so, I did some research myself, and I found out that she had diabetes. Well, I thought to myself, I was not going to make it to much of a point to get her into the vet. I knew that she was old, and that she would not want to have needles being poked in her, nor did I want that for her. I just thought that I would keep her healthy and comfortable as long as I could. She was a very happy kitty, no matter what, she seemed to always be purring when she saw me, and always saying hello when she seen me.
Well, on March 24th 2004, she turned for the worst. I opened her kennel (I had to keep her in a X-large dog kennel with a litter box, because she had to be close to a box or she would pee, she also peed in her sleep)and she did not want to come out, she was not feeling well.. Well, then on March 25th 2004, I went down to see if she had wanted to come out, because she did not want to come out the day before, but I left the kennel door open all day and night just in case she felt better. Well, the night of the 24th, I went down stairs to see her, and to work out, she was sleeping. I called her name, and she looked at me, and put her head back down, I thought that she was just really tired. Well, after I was done working out I went back to check on her, and she was no longer breathing. I called her name, and then I picked her up and held her until she was totally gone. Though as she was passing away, she looked at me, as to say, I love you Mom, and everything will be alright.
Well at 1:30am on Thursday March 26, 2004 she passed away. I went out side and I dug her a grave, and I out her in a brown paper bag with one of her favorite toys, I said a little prayer and said my good byes…
She is deeply missed, and I will always love her.
In loving Memory,
| Tabatha |
| Anita Jones |