June 13th 2007 5:54 am
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Oupie and I were inseparable since I got him…he was a thank-you gift from our neighbour because I always helped her out when her kitties gave birth and with the local SPCA, where she volunteered. She was a Persian breeder. When Oupie was born she was out of town, but I was in charge of being midwife to his meowmy…so I was right there when he and his 3 furblings was born. Great was my surprise when his human (then) meowmy said I could pick one of them for me. I loved him since I saw him…perfectly white, with the cutest pink nose…he had one little freckle on his nose – just like me! I was 9 at the time.
We grew up together….he was the most loving, easy-going, fluffy, gentle cat ever, he never scatched me ever, not even as a kitten….I had one of those pink bicycles with the basket in front. I used to put a folded small blanket in the basket, and he would sit inside the basket as I cycled around the neighbourhood…my travelling companion.
At night he would sleep with me under the covers, like a real-life teddy bear. When I was sad and cried (as children do) he would get on my lap and just sit there, with me soaking his fur with my tears.
When I swam, he would lie nearby on the grass, watching me. When I bathed, he would lie on the rim of the bath, getting wet with my splashes, not caring. When I picked him up he would allow me to carry him around like a baby…in short, he was my baby, my love, my best friend……
Then, one horrible day, he stopped eating and started producing copious mucus coming out of his mouth and nose. No warning, just like that in one day. I was in my final year at University at the time. We rushed him to the vet, and he took x-rays. Oupie had inoperable lung tumours, and we didn’t know how long he had. The vet gave him some meds, and he started eating again. After just two short months, he was sicker than ever, had lost lots of weight and I made the hardest decision of my life. I knew he was holding on for me, and that was not fair. I took him in to the vet, and was with him while the vet injected him. I petted him and looked into his eyes, telling him how I would love him forever, holding back the tears so as not to distress him, and watched as the light went out of his sweet eyes….
We laid him to rest on my sister & her husband’s farm, I put a black bowtie on him (he was a gnetleman, and I wanted him to look the part), brushed his fur and washed his face. We placed him on top of one of his soft blankies in a beautiful box decorated with cats, and buried him under a big willow tree…I still place flowers on his grave every time I visit my sister….I buried him there because I knew the farm would be in the family forever.
It has been 5 years, and I still cry over him, and miss him sooooo much…. I will see you again, my beloved Oupie…..