Photo Comments Sex: Female Weight: 10 lbs.
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Emma Bean, Em, Emmy, E-MA, Boomba, Purr baby, Ferret Face
September 20th 1999
Greeting mom at the door after work, playing on the screened-in porch, laying spread-eagle on her back, being brushed, snuggling.
Being chased by Cody, paw-dicures.
Real-fur mousies with inside rattle, feather stick, ping-pong wheel.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Rocking chair, cat tree or Mom's bed.
Dental diet and chicken.
Emma came to me as a Christmas present in a red stocking. I always wanted a ragdoll because they are known for their loving, sweet, docile nature.
Our family dog Blackie died at age 15 in September 1998. After a year of mourning, my husband and daughter made arrangements with a breeder in Michigan to get a ragdoll kitten for my birthday/Christmas in December 1999.
After months of e-mail communication, on December 18, they drove from Chicagoland to Niles, Michigan, to pick up our new addition. They stowed her at a friends house for a week, never breathing a word of their secret. Then, late Christmas night, as we were enjoying a quiet moment, my daughter announced that there was one last present. She was carrying a red velvet Christmas stocking. Out popped a kitten face. I gasped. She had a little ferret face and I named her Emma.
Emma had a happy, safe home for three years. We brought her to the vet one day thinking she had a bladder or UTI, instead we were informed of something much worse. Her X-ray showed that many of her organs (intestines, liver) were located in her heart sac, compressing her lungs. Our longtime vet recommended immediate surgery and referred us to a local specialist. Although she survived the surgery, she suffered cardiac arrest and passed away while in recovery.
I am very thankful to Catser for providing a place where I can always find my sweet Emma.
Emma was a sweet seal-bicolor ragdoll. We sang to her, "Emma, your teeth are big and green. Emma, you smell like gasoline. Emma, you are my kitten and I love you, E-MA!" (Ala Bart Simpson singing to Lisa on her birthday).
She was a cuddler and mowwer. She didn't really meow like most cats--she said eewww. Sometimes she sounded like 50 elephants running through the house, knocking things down. She played fetch and walked like she just got off a horse.
She was terrified of Cody, our yellow lab that we brought home in October 2000. I loved Emma more than is possible.
I will see you at the Rainbow Bridge.
I've Been On Catster Since:
|May 14th 2005
||More than 11 years!
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