Momma Kitty
2001-3-3-2008
"All that's beautiful drifts away like the waters"
William Butler Yeats
My dearest Momma Kitty, as I like to call you, I remember when I took you and your kittens in to foster from the Humane Society. You were very wild and having had your kittens is what kept you from being put down right then and there.
I was very sorry when all your babies died. That is just what happens sometimes. I decided to keep you so that you would not meet the same fate and thankfully they allowed me to adopt you.
Over time, you got used to me and seemed very content to stay inside. You really adjusted rather well I thought. You interacted with the other cats and were happy I think.
Trips to the vet for you were always very difficult and freighting for you. The vet would have to anesthetize you just to do an examine. What turned out to be the very last time I was to take you, I had to chase after you for well over 20 minutes and corner you to get you into the carrier. I remember telling you that I was doing this to help you and everything would be ok.
When the vet called me and said you had a very large tumor in your mouth and that the kindest thing to do would be to have you never wake up, I was just heartbroken. I went to the vets office and stroked your fur ( something I was never able to do) as you left this world.
After I came home, I swear I heard your voice and I expected to see you in your favorite spot. Sometimes I feel your spirit in the house.
I am so sorry that your last few hours of life were filled with fear. I am so sorry that I could not save you. I just hope that somehow you understood that I really tried to do right by you. I pray that you are at peace and all fear has left you.
Farewell my friend, until we meet again.
Music "Beautiful"
Ryan Farish
Album Beautiful