I know I may not be religious or anything but I do hope there is a cat heaven up there. He was my favorite cat out of 7 we’ve had. There was Baby, Cutie, Tigger, Moraine, Midnight, TJ, and vicious. We got Tigger, Moraine, Cutie, and Vicious off a woman with a batch of 20 cats or so. I chose vicious and my mom chose Tigger.
She said that as she picked him up he purred and he was very strong. So she petted him and his head and said “Okay, I’ve chosen my cat.” Then we drove home and my brother and I sat in the back of the van looking and playing with our brand new kittens. I tried to pay more attention to vicious but he seemed to like running around and playing with Cutie while Tigger begged for my attention. So I picked him up and he purred and he sat in my lap like he’d known me for years. I laughed and pet him on his head all the way home.
Since that day he was my best unconditional friend. He followed me around the house and he meowed at me when he wanted anything. My mom and dad both said he was like my familiar or like my spirit in a cat form because he loved attention, talked a lot, had a great human-like attitude, and was always happy. Then one day a good three years and 6 months or so after we had gotten him I noticed some unusual behavior.
Now Tigger was my best Friend and I went up to my mom and said “Mom, is Tigger sick?” She said “No Tina. Hes fine.” Then I looked up signs on sicknesses on cats. It said that it is very hard to know when an animal is hurt or sick because of their natural wild side. Anyways, about 6 weeks later me and my mom noticed Tigger acting stranger and stranger. He wouldn’t eat his food, he stumbled a lot, and he was vomiting constantly. So we rushed over to the vet and the vet took some blood samples. So we had to wait until the next day for results.
The next day at school my mom came into my classroom with puffy red eyes. She had been crying and said to me “Tina..we have to put Tigger to sleep.” I burst ut crying and we left to go pick up Tigger and go to the vet. She explained everything of him having liver disease with no white blood cells to fight off infections or sickness. As we prepared to leave with Tigger I ran out to him in his final moments.
I played with him and told him that he was my favorite kitty and I would hope he’d wait for me in heaven and I will come to see him. Then I told him that no matter where I go I would always love him and that he was the best cat ever. Then my mom said “Get Tigger Tina.” And he did the best thing. He rolled over on his back and purred for me for the last time like he told me he loved me too. So I started crying harder than ever and
I picked him up.
I carried him to the car and I held him and pet him on his head like when I first got him. When we got to the vet the vet came out and said “Would you like to come in?” I told him no and gave Tigger one last hug and kiss and I told him it was all going to be okay. So the vet took him in and he started meowing and I said it was okay and that I loved him.
Then everything went quiet and I knew that Tigger was gone. The vet came out and held my hand and explained that it was either this or he’d die suffering. So I thanked him and that night I was barely able to sleep. I missed how Tigger would sleep between my legs and I woke up that morning and went strait to my mom and asked “Is Tigger really dead?” She said “Yes,” and I started crying and I didn’t want to go to school that day and I did but it was so sad. I cried and everything. I couldn’t stop thinking of that wonderful cat that I loved. It took me a long time to get over the fact that he was really dead. I prayed that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t and now I wish that his ghost would be seen somewhere and I would be able to touch his soft furr again and hear his meow at my door.
I love you Tigger and I hope to see you again.
~*~In memory of Tigger, TJ, and Vicious. I love you all and I want you to be happy wherever you are and I hope to see you again~*~
Always and Forever to you,
| Tigger |
| Kristina Rose Waite |