My beloved Callie passed away this morning at 4 a.m. She was my little girl amidst all the boy cats. Callie was the best kitty ever. We were together 16 years and 4 months.
This is very hard, especially after losing Max 8 months before this.
It's horrible that Mommy has to help me write this. She's in tears a lot of the time. I still climb up on her and sleep on her sometimes during the night, but often I just curl up on her desk and sleep there. Mommy is so used to having me sleep on top of her at night that, even though she's asleep, she is aware when I'm not.
I didn't eat today. I wanted to eat El Pollo Loco chicken that she brought home, but I just couldn't. Mommy will buy some baby food tomorrow in the hope that I eat that.
I'm skin and bones now. I make a weird noise (maybe it's my teeth making the noise?) when I eat, and I'm very dehydrated. I look horrible.
Did my cancer return? I have bad breath and I'm drooling now (Mommy read that these are signs of melanoma)--and I'm so thin, like a cancer patient. I remind Mommy of Mignon, who died of lymphoma in 2000.
Mommy says she doesn't think she can bear losing me. I'm her special little girl. We've been together since October 1994, when she adopted me.
We think I'm either 17, 18 or 19 years old ... we're not sure. I've had a wonderful life with Mommy, but it's still too short.
Mommy says she loves my face. I have gorgeous eyes, she says, and I have the cutest divided face she's ever seen. And she loves my ears. I have tufts of fur at the tips of my ears.
What is so sad is that Mommy and I will be parted forever very soon. We'll never see each other again, and that is very hard for both of us.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm doing a little better.
Mommy put me in a bathroom and gave me my own food bowl and litter box. I liked it and felt safe there. Now she brings me into the bedroom every day so I can spend time with her and the kitties. But if the dogs come into the room, I hide under the bed. I never used to do that. But guess I'm not feeling all that terrific yet.
Last night, I spent the night with Mommy again. She's so used to have me sleep on top of her that she had a hard time sleeping without me. Yeah, Max and I always used to sleep on her--but I'm a lot lighter than Max was, so Mom preferred me.
Baxter is just too heavy for words and Joey sleeps next to Mom, but not on top of her. So now that Max is gone, Mommy really misses me.
Well, I'm rambling a bit here--but just wanted to let you know that I do feel a little bit better. But I'm still way too thin and I still need your prayers and support.
