Tiny Garfield was not my kitty, but the pet of a very dear friend and her family. Tiny was actually my “client” as well as one of my very favourite furchildren. I am a pet sitter, but most of all I am a friend of Tiny’s family and was known as Tiny’s Auntie Helen. Every time Tiny’s family went to the cottage or to California to visit other family, Tiny’s Auntie Helen was called to watch over this precious little bundle of fur. Tiny was a “dumpee” and wandered onto the property of the Smith family where she remained for the next eighteen years of her life. Her vet put her at about one year on arrival, but looked to be about 6 months. Tiny never grew in inches, but in heart, she was a 20lb. cat.
Tiny’s first eleven years were healthy ones, then kidney disease became an intrusion to her life. She had so much tenacity, this little creature, and she with the help and love of her family, weathered the storm, but it was cancer that called on her a mere few months ago that finally took its toll. Everyone knew it was time, her desire to eat or play or even stand on her own had disappeared.
This little lady was an undemanding baby, in my presence at least, her mother might tell you differently, and as long as she was outside in the sun, she was happy.
I know her family have spent hours putting albums together and scap books so that her memory will live on, but I will miss her too. Tiny was like my extended cat family and I loved her very much.
Tiny girl, you are now at the wonderful Rainbow Bridge with my Vincent,Simba and most recently, Jennie, and you are out of pain and a young, spry wisp of a cat once more. Be happy precious one.
Every time I see a rainbow, I will think of you and know you are safe in God’s hands.
Your loving Auntie Helen