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August 10th 1989
Galaxy liked learning and hunting
Galaxy didn't like strangers trying to pet her
My dad's tie
Favorite Nap Spot:
Gal liked to nap on her stool
She liked softfood and gushers and broccoli and lots of funny stuff!
Smarter than most people I've known. Able to jump straight up from the ground to the top of a door. Could beat up large dogs and catch hummingbirds while on a three foot leash.
I wrote this the night Galaxy died:
Tonight my childhood died
I was 8 years old when I first saw you, and you were probably about 8 weeks. You were in the freaky pet store with the crazy monkey in the metal cage. I poked you in the ribs because I thought you might be dead. You were anything but, and you sprang to life and tried to make a break for it by running under some nearby fish tanks.
I grabbed you before you made it to your cover, and I felt your ribs wiggle as your skinny body met my hands. It was the first time I had ever picked up a cat. You were mine.
The day we got you, we were going on a bike ride so you had to wait in the van as we finished up. During the ride, a big white dog jumped out of the bushes and made me fall off my bike. I skinned my knee up pretty bad.
We went home and you ran around so excited to be free from that pet store. You came to see how I was doing several times. I still have the scar on my knee, but I remember how I got it because of you.
You were just a little girl and so was I. When mom would put you down in the basement at night for bedtime, you would purr so loud I could hear you from the top of the bunk bed upstairs. I named you Galaxy because your fur was the color of space and stars and nebulas: You were my chunk of the universe.
When you were still small enough, you used to ride on my shoulder like a parrot. You used to ride on dad's more because he was bigger. You'd jump straight up from the floor and land on the top of door frames just to swing back and forth for the fun of it.
You were an awesome huntress. When we moved to Apple Valley and had a lot of mice in the basement, you'd catch them all and bring them to me half-alive as gifts. After you found out that mom would take them away, you'd keep them to yourself a little bit longer. You were so good at hunting, that even just awhile ago as an aged old cat, you were able to catch a humming bird zooming by at 70 mph while you were chained to a 3 foot leash.
You had so much spunk. You didn't like almost anyone but me. And dogs beware, if they came into your territory, you'd have them by the face. You knew who the boss was.
When we got Meef a few years later, you were none too happy about it. I remember how when Meef disappeared for a few days to get fixed and declawed, you purred and purred so much because you thought you were queen of the house again. You know, even if Meef wasn't your favourite, I think he was good for you. He keept you on your toes and who else would he haved learned how to be a cat from? Galaxy, you were always queen of the house.
During my darker days growing up, you were literally sometimes the only reason I didn't just stick my head in the oven and gas myself to death. Gal, you saved my life by offering me unconditional love and a reason to be around. By allowing me to care for you back, you offered me hope for better times.
You were so smart. Not only did you know your own name and everybody else's, but you knew when we were spelling out c-a-t or even just talking about you without names at all. You were always thinking and it shown on your face. People would always stare in amazement when they'd see us walking together in the park with you on your leash. I love you so much.
As days went by and we got older, I had to leave for college and you couldn't come with. I came back when mom got sicker, and found out that you weren't doing so hot yourself. You had kidney problems and all we could do was to put you on a special diet. I honestly didn't think you'd make it much longer. But bed wetting and all, I moved you up to Duluth with me first chance I got. It was one of the best things I ever did.
Not only were we able to stabilize you in Duluth, but you were so much happier here, especially after I brought up your favouite stool. I could see that you missed me as much as I had missed you. You even became friendly to other people, eventually even sitting on some laps and letting yourself get pet.
More recently though Gal, your weight started dropping and I could tell it wasn't good. Still, you hung on acting as young and healthy as ever. Then just a couple of days ago, you got really sick.
When I came home yesterday Galaxy, I stopped in the bathroom before coming upstairs to see you. When I came out, you had managed to come down the stairs to find me. You could barely walk, could hardly see, and you were mewing like a lost kitten. I gave you a hug and did my best for you.
Tonight I just couldn't watch you suffer anymore. Aaron spent all afternoon calling vets to try to get some help. Finally, after I had given up hope, a nice man called at about 7:00 and said that even though he was going out of town early tomorrow, he'd come out to help us first.
You were so weak. I stayed with you the whole time. I hope you knew I was there, petting you and talking to you. Tonight when I poked you, you didn't jump up and make a break for it like you did so many years ago, but your soul did.
Galaxy, I have so many great memories of you that I could write a book. You were my oldest and dearest friend, and such a big part of who I am as a person. Never will a day go by that I won't think of you. I'll probably still imagine seeing you around the house for quite awhile. I love you my little girl. You meant the world to me.
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