September 25th 2009 3:19 pm
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I should've written this long ago. Something or other
kept me from doing it. Maybe 'cause I start crying
right away, which I'm doing right now anyway. Don't
get me wrong, I don't mind crying for my pups and kits.
I guess whatever I write can't do justice to Missy.
Missy left us February 28, 2009. She was 20 years old.
She was a beautiful muted calico and man, did she love
her dad. She would sit beside him and just stare at him.
Sometimes, when he was watching a game, he wouldn't
notice, so I always had to tell him to tell her something.
He would reach over to pat her or he'd kiss her. She
loved that! Of course, she loved us all but I don't think
she stared at the rest of us that way.
She started her life born to a feral cat that moved in
to my mom's back yard. Her mom was the daughter
of that feral cat that moved her kids to this yard.
Knowing that if we didn't rescue the babies, it would
be a never ending story of kitties being born and being
feral. We took the babies away from the mom we
named Daughty (for daughter). Missy was one of
three. When they got old enough, we found homes
for the two boys but nobody wanted the girl. So, we
kept her. Best thing we could've done even if we
already had 7 cats. All of the originals have crossed
over the Bridge. I cry for them all.
Oh, and we did trap her mom and grandmother and
had them spayed. We let them live out their lives in
the only home they knew, the backyard.
One thing (among many) I remember of her is her and
her favorite toy. Half of a fishing rod (the thin part),
some thick string tied on one end with a piece of denim
tied at the other end. She loved this toy. We would play
with her and she would catch the denim, pull it from us
and walk all over the house dragging the fishing rod,
looking so proud that she caught it. She was just
so cute. I miss that. As she got towards the end of her
life, her toy didn't matter to her anymore, which was sad.
We knew the time had come when she got so thin and all
she wanted to do was sleep. She didn't even groom her-
self anymore. So, so thin even if she still was a good
eater. It was a hard decision, but we did it for her
because we knew (even if we didn't want to admit it)
she was suffering.
We love you and miss you, Missy.
You were one heck of a cat.
You will never, ever be forgotten.
~~May 3, 1989 - February 28, 2009~~
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Sweet Missy, When I read your diary, tears came to my eyes, you are such a beautiful girl and were loved so dearly. Purrs from Weezercat
OH MY moma was visiting your page when she stopped in to see if there was news on manytoes and e never read your diary till now. Moma feels like you were so like me, we don't know my beginning but I lived to be at least twenty and I loved my dad! Moma too but dad is special. I got so very skinny and slept a lot mom knows I also suffered in the end she hoped I would make it to twenty years with them but after 18.5 I left for the bridge. This is a very touching hearfelt diary entry.
big hug and purrs to your mom.
Thank you, Skids Kitty.
My angel kitty sister, Scruffy,
lived to 22 years old.