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In Memory of my first baby ~ From Shoulung's Mommy

Goodbye my beautiful boy - I love you

It is almost 11 years ago when Shoulung came into my life.

His mother was the tiniest cat you have ever seen, and she gave birth to three kittens. One was stillborn, another was a gray and black tabby - and that last was pure white with beautiful golden eyes.

I have been with him since his birth, and when I moved from Florida to South Carolina he was with me. On the trip he slept in between the door and my seat, curled up, just wanting to be close to me. One the way I would stop at rest stops and walk him on a leash, everyone commented on what a beautiful cat he was.

He had a funny crook in his tail, like it was broken very young and never healed quite right - it was a part of his character.

At times he was the most affectionate cat you ever met, but he had a vindictive side, and put up quite a fight when you didn't do something he liked, needless to say, the vet was not his favorite person, nor was he the vet's favorite patient.

This all only added to his character, and his beauty.

One February 13, 2007 Shoulung was seriously injured, we believe he was hit by a car. On February 14, 2007 we found him cowering in the trashcan, trying to hide from his wounds. We rushed him to the vet to find that he had a broken jaw. They gave him antibiotics and painkillers to ease his suffering. On February 15, 2007 they took the x-rays to find that his jaw was so severely broken and his infection so bad that would take several months of recovery through tube feeding for him to heal, if he would ever heal completely. I know my baby, and I know that he would not live this way - the fight in him would not allow him to live in this pain and with out being self-sufficient. In my heart I knew it was time to let go.

It is with a very heavy heart to say that I could not be with him when he passed on. It broke my heart - and still does - but I could not bear do remember him at his worst. He was a proud kitty, and I was to remember his fight, not his letting go. My wonderful husband and daughter were with him to say my goodbys and tell him why I was not there. I will be trasuring his ashes always, and plan to scatter them at my grandmother's house, were we grew together for most of his life.

I love you Shoulung, so very much, and I will miss you for the rest of my life.