December 22nd 2011 7:25 am
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It was 6 years ago today when Abby made her journey from the pain and suffering she was enduring in her body to the peace, joy and lightness of being we call Rainbow Bridge.
Memories . . .
My beautiful sweet Abby! You were full of life, curious and playful, as smart and sharp as a whip, loving and affectionate. Your coat was shiny and beautiful: a gorgeous mixture of reddish brown, deep orange and tan-beige and you had the spirit and spunk of a typical redhead. Yet you were such a polite kitty too!
You’d sleep on my bed next to my right shoulder every night. You loved to be picked up and held in my arms. Only Miss Mittens shared both your polite manner and loved being picked up and held and carried around the house. I used to hold you in my arms and play music on the stereo and we’d dance around the room. You’re the only kitty I’ve ever lived with who has allowed me to do that! When I came home from work, you were always waiting for me at the front door. I’d greet you and then pet you. I’d be petting you as you rolled around on your back and you’d roll from one end of the room to the other. In the summer when I was wearing sandals, you’d rub and lick my toes. In fact, you had a *thing* about toes and loved to nip and bite my toes. You'd nip my toes whenever I wasn't wearing shoes or socks and you'd go for them when I'd be lying on the bed. Ouch! I had to learn never to leave my toes exposed! You hated it when I talked on the phone. For some reason, you thought it took attention away from you and you’d get jealous. You’d meow at me and butt my hand with your head as you’d try to knock the phone out of my hand! You loved it when I sat there and *talked* to you. You gave me your full attention and it almost seemed like you understood what I was saying. You loved being the center of attention and you were always there and visible when we had visitors or anything was *going on* in the house. Every night after dinner, we’d play a game together. I’d throw a ball and you’d play fetch. You loved dangly feather toys and peacock feathers. What energy you had when you played! I remember the last time we played. It was about a week before you went to the Bridge. It’s a cherished memory. You were so sick and yet you made an attempt to play. You sat there in my bedroom as I gently rolled a toy ball to you and you gently batted it back to me. Back and forth the ball went. Our game lasted for only a minute or so and then you were too tired to continue . . .
During our final night together, I held Abby in my arms all night. Whenever Abby would lay her head down and try to close her eyes and rest, she’d begin choking and gagging. She was very frightened and so was I. She purred loudly in my arms the whole night. Purring doesn’t always mean a cat is content. Cats also purr when they’re in pain or in distress or frightened. That final night, I feared she was going to die in my arms. But she made it through the night.
Abby was suffering horribly from an aggressive lymphoma which had spread rapidly throughout her internal organs. I hadn’t even known how very sick she really was until early December when she was diagnosed with cancer. That had been only 16 days ago.
It pained me deeply to see her suffering so much. There was no doubt in my mind that it was her time to leave. The next morning, with the assistance of Abby’s wonderful vet, I held her in my arms and said goodbye.
I miss my Abby boo boo girl . . .
Abby’s mom Teri
P.S. Abby and I had a very special bond. Even though it's been 6 years, I miss her very much and my heart still aches when I think about her. Thank you for remembering my sweet angel today and for your lovely comments, pawmails and gifts!
Mommy's and my thoughts and purrs are with you today...
Purrs and Love...
>^..^< Mayhem and her mommy Mary
this is a trooly pawusm awesum dia ree entree abby's mom teri; tanx mew for sharing her storee; tanx mew for allowin uz ta get two noe her better; we noe this comes frum de heart N it couldna been easy to write even now.....
pleaz noe abby iz doin well; that C werd iz knot allowed heer and later two day we iz headed over to boe boe's fish N fry coz it's all ewe can eat tunee thursday...
oh, N me N pete iz goin fishin
hugs N love frum de trouterz and
Abbys mom, what a sweet and moving diary. Abby will always live on in your heart. We're sending purrs to you on this sad day.
Dear Abby's mom,
There is a magic we cats have...it is sometihng that is indescribable, one must feel it to understand...we are magickal creatures, guides, sent here to stare deeply into your eyes and soul, to lead you to your next adventure, your next testing, your next life. When we have completed that mission, we heed that inner call and with a wistful, loving glance over our shoulder, we gather our last strength and leap skyward, and all we leave behind is the beloved form you have come to love. But we still Are.
Alas, parting from the physical closeness of your hand on our head, the chin rubs, the holding and hugs...ah!!!! We miss it....yes....always.....
til, my sweet friend, we meow softly into your soul....and like the Phoenix, rise from a million tiny particles of starlight and take on new form, with different colors perhaps, maybe a longer or shorter coat...and eyes that no matter the color, stare into your soul with Knowing.
We have returned, and smile inward, a cheshire cat smile, and our hearts weave around yours again to say 'ah my friend, welcome home.'
A loving tribute, Teri. Many many purrs to a wonderful Abby and you.
Thank you for sharing Abby's story with us!! It's a great one! Luv, Tink
Thank you for sharing these sweet memories!
Sending you some special purrs today.
Beautiful memories, such a special bond you had with, lots of love and cherished memories in this story.
We are sending some purrs and a little brush of angel wings and to your mom.
What beautiful memories of your very special angel. Thinking of you today as you remember Abby on her Bridge Day. Mom always says that time doesn't heal all wounds but helps to create a new normal. Sending comforting prayers your way!
Hugs and purrs,
Simon & Reuben(an angel)
Thank you for sharing your memories with us.