4/92 —— 4/16/94
Its been 5 years now that Tabby left us but to me it seems
like only yesterday. See I never really had a pet who
touched me so deeply as Tabby.
It was spring of 1992 when Tabby came into my life.
I had just move in with my boyfriend and we were planning a wedding.
I was outside when I turned a round my puppy was holding
this tiny little ball of fur I thought at first what is this as I looked
closer it was a baby kitten looked to be only a few weeks old
eyes not even open. I took this baby not really knowing what to do,
but I knew God had brought Tabby to me for a reason.
The next few weeks I bottle fed him washed him and nurture
him as any loving mother would do and thats what I felt like
his mother and he was my son. Tabby grew and flourish he
slept at night on my head He loved for me to read him stories
and bath time was a blast for him. He did not like strangers or
my husband either he was kind of jealous.
He loved to sit on the window sill and look outside.
In the mornings If I wasn’t up to feed him he would pull the
covers off of my head and meow till I got up to feed him.
Just a week shy of his second birthday we decided to
have him neutered. Tabby was a very healthy and strong cat.
I took in on a cold rainy morning. The vet said this is routine
nothing to worry about you can pick him up tomorrow morning
I told the vet I would be staying close by at a relatives so
if tabby had any problems to give me a call and I would
be there asap. I hugged and kissed my baby bye not knowing
that would be the last time I’d see him alive.
Hours and hours passed no word from the vet so my
husband called me to ask if I had heard anything I said no.
So he said he would call and check He and Tabby had never really
been close but I knew he loved tabby.
A few minutes later he called back he said I’m getting off of work,
I’ll be there in a few minutes to pick you up.
Oh my God whats happen to my baby he said I’ll be there asap.
I didn’t ask again because I knew Tabby was gone on the way
to the vets we didn’t talk I just cried trying to imaging my life
without my baby. When we got there the vet said Tabby had went
into cardiac arrest and he done all he could to save him
but couldn’t. I wanted to ask why and I was so angry at the vet,
but all I wanted to do was take my baby home.
They handed him to me he was in a trash bag stuffed in a box.
I removed him from that asap and held him all the way home.
I sat and held him for hours and my husband said its time to
put him to rest. He found a steel box with a lock I place him in
there and said my final good-bye.
The pain just took over then my life without Tabby.
We planted him a beautiful rosebush.
Today I do not cry everytime I think of him I can laugh now at
some of his silly ways. We have since put a bench near his gravesite
I try to visit him as often as possible.
Every now and then I can almost feel him sleeping on my
head or see him in his favorite spot.
I’ve had two beautiful children since Tabby as gone away,
I think how he would have made a great companion for them.
People say he was just a cat not to me he was like my child.
I’ll never forget him and one day I’ll cradle him in my arms again
and read him his favorite story.
| Tabby Moses Watkins |