September 24th 2012 4:50 am
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Daddy nickname for you...because I called you My little weasel when I first got you. You had such a scraggly sparse coat...so many litters of kittens, and taking care of them outside. It was a miracle, really you let us get your litter in, and you came with them. You trusted me. That was always the amazing part. You didn't need trapping, you walked right in and looked at me, like 'what now?'
It always broke my heart, putting those kittens up for adoption. You were such a great mom. You missed them. You cried and searched the house. We tried to give you new ones to take care of that needed mothering..you wanted none of it. That was sad too.
I found you a home...but you hid all the time. You wouldn't come out. You knew you didn't want to be there. After 3 weeks my friend told me that he thought you wanted to come home to me...and he was right. You leapt up on the bed like it was your own....because it was.
You were so funny....I remember you kicking your catnip toys on the bed, sleeping in the sun, moving from room to room to get the sun....that was so amazing that you did that...following the sunbeam.
When I was hit by the car, you were with me through the surgeries, sleeping close by, my little furred therapist, nursing me through depression. You were so careful after i had my heart surgery, sleeping tucked against my leg.
and then when Daddy came...you began to sleep in his lap. and I knew he was the man who despite everything, was the 'Cat Daddy' who would stay with us and be part of our family.
You allowed Ruffy in...you knew, even if you didn't much care to share, that he was special...and you kept your room, your domain, but you allowed him in.
I remember you laying on the bed, and having a kitten dream...a series of little squeaks and cries, and you would wake up, searching for your babies...and I would hug you and tell you all was well, and the babies were ok.
I wonder...did you meet up with Tiger, who we felt was your last feral baby, the cat that always looked so sad, we tried trapping...but he was just so canny. He was yours, I think...and he dissapeared a few months before the move...or we would ahve found some way to get him....
Is he with you now...and are you, my sweetheart, content and well?
I miss you Bella. I miss you.
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Sending you mom lots of gentle hugs. Anna and mom
Sweet Bella...you will always live on. Mom couldn't help but cry when she read this diary. Missing an angel baby never stops. It does get better 'n efen somedays mommy smiles when she thinks of me, although it's been 3 yrs now I've ventured the Bridge. But, beautiful Bella IS content and happy here in Heaven. Please know this. We play, we run, we FLY so high 'n soar through elegant clouds AND we make angel food cakes full of rainbow cream cheese frostings together!!~
Sweet Bella..you had a great home, a wonderful family, and love that wouldn't stop, never will stop~! Purrs 'n angel hugs to your mommy, but remember we are always with our families, always will be~
Baby Boy Blue, Cloud# 9
the best is to focus on these good sweet memories, and go right ahead & share them with us. We all have warm memories of our babies. Bella sure was a wonderful lovely cat., and you cared for her well. As she sits on your shoulder watching over you & your family, I know you will feel her there with you. My 4 stretch out their paws with gentle pawtaps for you.
That is so nice
Memories like that last forever
Pops had a kitty that went with one of his Ex's. He had to go pick her up after 2 weeks "because that cat will not come out". He says he walked in her apt and when Pee girl heard his name she came right out ready to go to her real home.
Cats know where the pure hearts are.
A beautiful diary about Bella's early years with you. Some things are just meant to be.