July 16th 2014 9:10 pm
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Well, I've been gone a year now. Mom says some days it seems like it's been a lot longer, and other days it feels like yesterday. She wishes she could hold me one more time and hear my loud purr. She wishes she could see me sitting across the room, call my name, and watch my tail twitch as I pretend to ignore her. She wishes I could hop up on the bed at night and tell her it's time to put the book down and get some sleep by head bonking her. Mom did her best to head bonk me back and we would sit with our heads touching. Mom would even try to purr sometimes. Mom wishes she could pet and snuggle with me. She always said I had the silkiest fur. She'll have to wait a little while though.
August 8th 2013 4:39 pm
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Well, I've been gone for three weeks now and Mom is slowly getting used to that. She has tried to focus on the positives - such as she can walk to the kitchen without me under her feet and get in the fridge without being tripped multiple times. Of course that is only if the dogs are upstairs, otherwise it is game on. She doesn't have to try and keep me from eating Sweetpea's prescription food and Sweetpea from eating my prescription food any more. We were on two different prescriptions you see. She has not had to clean up any spit up in the last three weeks.
Sweetpea seems to miss me. She kept gently biting Mom the first few days I was gone, especially at night. Guess she wanted Mom to look for me. She's been rubbing on Mom a lot more, too. Luckily she has quit biting.
Mom is not sure if the dogs have taken much notice. Pippi has been getting over the baby gates more, but that's more likely because she has finally figured out how to get over the latest configuration. Pippi is like that. She is quite the escape artist and a pretty good jumper and climber. Pretty impressive to watch sometimes. Mom did ask if I could help keep an eye on Pip now and try to make sure she doesn't get hurt falling over the other side once she makes it to the top of the gates. She's getting over things nearly five feet high now. She may really test my wings!
Mom picked up a plaster imprint of my paw the other day. She's held it a lot and cried a little a couple of times. She said she is going to have to find a safe place to keep it so it won't get broken.
I should have started by saying Mom and I both were so very touched by all the rosettes, stars, messages and more. Everyone was so kind, and you have no idea how much it helped. Well, some of you probably do.
That's it for now. I'm off to roll in an endless field of cat nip and chase butterflies to my heart's content.
July 17th 2013 6:51 am
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Well, Mom and I seem to have things backwards. Doesn't seem right that we finally get around to starting a diary and we're starting with what should be the final entry. You see, I went to the rainbow bridge yesterday. Mom's been crying and I'm not there to help lick those salty tears away. She had to let a dog do that. Oh the shame.
No need for tears though. I had a good long life. I was 23 years old. 21 of those years I had been with Mom. A few years back the vet told us my kidneys were starting to fail. I didn't let that slow me down though. A change of food and all was good. I still played and kept everyone in line. I followed Mom around everywhere. Didn't matter if the dogs did, too, I was right there. The last little bit though I hadn't been feeling so well and I just wasn't eating much. I had gotten pretty thin and it was time. Now I'm in a better place and no longer feeling poorly. I told Mom there are fields of catnip here, as well as lots of friends, cat nip toys that haven't been chewed up by dogs, and tuna fish! I can eat whatever I want now. All is good.
I know Mom will miss me. She's still a little teary eyed as she types this for me, but she still has Sweetpea, Pippi, Cheeky, Pixie and Dutchess to help her through. And she really didn't want me to suffer anymore. All will be good.
Mom and I both would like to thank everyone for the pretties on my page. It means a lot to us.
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