|Purred: Wed Apr 27, '11 11:48am PST |
|Last year I adopted the most beautiful Birman. She was a sweetie who ended up coming with kittens. Each of us - my family that is - got attached to one of the kittens. We got rid of three of them, but kept the girls.
Then last October, he took my baby girl from me. She was the first kitten that Mittens, our Birman, had. The second she was cleaned off I could see markings on her that looked familiar. When she got a little bigger, I noticed she was starting to look more and more familiar. Then it hit me. She looked just like the cat I had as a child. She didn't look a thing like her family. I was so amazed by how she acted just like my Sally, so that's what I named her.
When I was 11, my parents put my cat Sally to sleep for being on a plastic bag they left laying on the floor. She only did it once, but that meant death for her. I have never been Christian, but I prayed that someone, any god, would give me my cat back. I couldn't handle her murder and when I saw that kitten, I broke down in a mix of emotions. I was saddened by remembering my first cats death and also hopeful that someone up somewhere was giving me a second chance.
I loved the new Sally with all my heart and I finally knew after being with her for months that she was my second chance. She was taken away from me last October even though I didn't want her to go. I begged for her to stay, but my husband didn't want three cats in the house. I busted my leg up chasing after him to get her, but I didn't succeed. By the time he agreed to take me to the pound to get her back, she was already gone.
Her birthday passed last Saturday and I broke down crying knowing she is out there somewhere and that I will never be with her again. Her mother ran away after acting odd just the week before and I haven't seen her since. I miss both them and I am having trouble dealing with the sadness I feel. I just want them back... T__T
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