March 16th 2012 7:26 pm
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Twelve years of memories that will most probably dim but never will fade. It’s your first year Bridge Day anniversary, Keshy. How vivid and alive you’ve been all week, in my mind and in my heart! The tears come easily today; the words for this diary entry don’t flow as well.
Gosh, those cherry yuckies (prednisolone) you had to take, and the way you would shake your hind leg after the inhaler treatments, as if you had just used the litter box and gotten the sand (and other things) stuck between your toes. Those chases around the house: you trying to avoid those medicines with all the spirit you had in you. I still love to tell the story about the Houdini act you pulled on me with the kennel cab. Me trying to get you out of the empty box—you had just walked out under my armpit while my head was on top of it. Then you sat there, behind me, watching me make a fool of myself.
I still feel our nuzzles. It was the cutest thing when we would go nose to nose and you would sneeze on me. I can almost smell you and feel the softness of your fur against my nose. I loved nibbling on your ears and I loved the way you went off to sleep in my lap when I stroked your paw pads. I thought it was the funniest thing when you shook your head. Your ears made the same sound as a doggy’s ears.
You always ‘noticed’ when I got my hair cut—we would both lay down to sleep, you on my pillow—then you would start nuzzling my hair—and chewing on it because you liked the scent of the products the hair cutter used.
A mourning dove came to our window early this afternoon. Woo hoo, woo hoo…. I think he came just about the time you were last in my arms. You used to love watching the doves.
“What’ll I Do? What’ll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles to? When I’m alone with only dreams of you, that won’t come true, what’ll I do?” (Irving Berlin)
I’ll be posting a few photos I still have. The quality of some of them is better than others. Mostly they are ‘outtakes’—ones an editor would have left on the cutting room floor. I meant months ago to post my most common view of Keshy--this photo taken with her in my lap: her tiny head with those enormous ears sticking out of it. I’ve mentioned this to Toki’s Mom (because Toki has them too) and to several other people—they were the most expressive kitty ears I’ve ever seen. They stuck out from her head at almost 180 degrees when she was happily leading me to the bedroom for extra noms, they were at 90 degree angles when she was on a mission, and at 45 degrees when she was startled. She crinkled them when she wasn’t happy and I never once saw her lay them flat against her head—she just didn’t have it in her.
I noticed all your lovely gifts on Keshy’s page. Thank you—I haven’t had a chance to look at them yet. I’ve been struggling with this diary entry and my sadness all day long today. I’ll be coming back to thank everyone ‘purrsonally’ over the weekend.
I also want to give Hazel Lucy’s Mom a big hug. We both lost our babies a year ago today. I know she must be hurting too.
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many hugs and purrs from all of my family. We know how difficult this day was.
Sending you lots of purrs and hugs. Keshy was a very special kitty.
Bridge Anniversaries are such bittersweet days for our families. Their minds full of memories. Their eyes tearing over. Their hearts conflicted with the beauty of life and love we shared and the heartache of missing us.
watery eyes are the saddest reason to feel "proud"... but interspecific love is something not every human is capable of... try to put stress on the beautiful moments!
Goodness, Bridge days are sad. My first is coming up next month and Mom is dreading it already. But Keshy and me are good friends here, as we were on earth. She was my buddy and inspiration when I was sick, and we like hanging out now and telling stories out of school about our Moms.
Thank you for sharing all of these wonderful memories of your sweet girl. Sending you lots of comforting hugs and purrs.
That was the sweetest thing I've ever read. And I'm so glad your Mom seen the Morning Dove you sent her.
Hugs and purrs
We're thinking of you...Keshy is a lovely cat and her mom is a fantastic photographer.