Unknown {Stray} —– Nov. 30 2001
Cat
Tabby found her way to my house July 28 2001.
I took her in and gave her love.
I have never had a cat before so when she wanted to go outdoors
I was very protected of her.
I watched her like a hawk because I didn’t want her to run in the street
and get hit or wander around the neighborhood.
Finally after 2 months she started staying in the house all the time.
Every morning she would wake me up meowing
before it was time for me to get up.
I would tell her that it was not time for mommy to get up yet and
she would either lay down or go on about her business
when my alarm would finally go off she would be right
in my face butting me with her head.
I had a perch set up for her in our living room.
Any time I went out when I would come back home if she was on her perch
she would run and greet me at the back door.
Sometimes she would lay under a table (in our den)
with a long table cloth on it
like she was hiding but all I had to do was whistle and call her name and
she would meow and come to me.
Any time I gave her a treat all I would have to do is shake the bag/can and
she would come running and stand on her hind legs.
When ever I would go to the container that held her food
to get some out to put in her dish she would come running.
Whenever you shined a flashlight on the floor
she would chase the light.
I also have two parakeets and every so often
she would go over to their cage and look at them and
we would tell her no and she would go and hide under the table.
But there were times when a reflection from a mirror
in the bird’s cage would shine on the wall Tabby would take off and
jump up side the wall to try and catch the reflection.
She never jump on the kitchen table or the furniture.
But 2 weeks ago she became ill.
She couldn’t walk and my mother took her to the vet and left her.
She was at the vets office for a week.
The dr. did all kinds of test and x-rays and they could not find out
what was really wrong with her. He thought she had brain damage.
My vet suggested that I take her to a specialist.
She was there for 2 days and the dr. there done all kinds of things to find out
what was wrong and she didn’t know herself.
She let me bring my Tabby home only to have to take her that afternoon
to the vet to get an injection and she had to go back
the vet the next morning and that afternoon to get 2 more injections.
The specialist was hoping that they would help my Tabby.
She told that if they help I would see some improvement within 24 to 48 hrs.
if not than there was nothing else that could be done and
that I would have to put her asleep.
I did not want to do that.
Well I prayed to the Lord and cried for two weeks
asking him to help my Tabby and
to please let a miracle happen so she could walk again.
But it didn’t happen.
My vet let me bring her home so I could bury her in my back yard.
I had bought her a Christmas stocking
that I had the vet put in her box along with her ball mouse and paper bag
that she liked playing with.
I also had bought her a Christmas collar with a bell on that I put on her
(my aunt told me that when she gets to Heaven
she can ring her bell to let God know to open
the gate for her to come in).
She was a very sweet and loving cat.
Everyone at the vet’s office and the specialist said the same thing
which made me feel good knowing she belonged to me.
I’m going to miss my baby very much.
I don’t think that it’s fair that she had such a short life.
The vet said she was only about a yr. old.
But he told me that sometimes things happen that we can’t control and
that it was a possible that something could have been wrong
with one of her parents.
Thank-you letting me tell you about my baby.
Debra
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