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We met one day when I walked into a pet supply store, and there he was, a beautiful, brown, fluffy, Maine Coon kitten in a cage, free to a good home. Our family always had cats as a child, and I enjoyed them as pets.
Curious how sweet the kitten was, I held him and turned him this way and that, wrapping him around my body, all the while he was happy to be held. Deciding he had the personality I would enjoy, that day he joined the family. Soon after he was joined by a Golden Retriever puppy.
Kitty spent the next 18 years of his life as an indoor cat, groomed by the Golden, playing with her and the whole family, and taking showers with the Golden and I. Much of his day was spent on my lap as I worked at home as a freelance graphic designer. He was a good sport as I moved from apartment to apartment, he was dressed by my daughters to pose for photos, and his diet was changed by me later in life.
As Kitty got older, in the last few months of his life, Kitty lost his eyesight and much weight, and his legs became more fragile. In the last few days of his life, he did not eat or drink, and slept in his litter box or the bathtub.
One day soon after that, I got the feeling that Kitty should be visited by my daughters and their father, my ex-husband. That day, driving home with my fiance, I was surprised to hear a loud "MAO" in my head, and then Kitty thought to me, "I'm not going to be around much longer." My fiance later said that he heard the same thing.
That evening, after making a phone call, the girls and their dad came over to sit with Kitty a while, who was in the bathtub laying on his side on a towel. As each of the three of him took turns sitting by the side of the bathtub, talking to him for what would be the last time, he put his paw on each of their arms.
That night I put Kitty on my lap, at the urging of my fiance, while I was using the computer. Kitty was laying on his side in my lap on a towel. As I was petting him, his breath slowed, he gasped twice, and stopped moving.
In a moment, I could feel that the energy around him of warm life disintegrated to coldness. I kept my hands on his body, and I could feel energy moving in circles from him, under my hands. My fiance said that his organs were shutting down. The circles stopped under my hands and there was nothing at all.
My brother met my fiance when we went to my brother's house to bury Kitty in the north yard. Standing graveside, we watched as my brother dug a deep hole, so deep that water started pooling in at the bottom. We placed the box with Kitty's body at the bottom, burying our companion of 18 years. xo
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You are the power of love. |
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