Friday, July 1, 2011
Purrs and Tears (Written September 2, 2011)
She was in a litter of a feral cat who bore her kittens in a storage space under our house. Five little fur balls that we took in a decade ago. Amber, Asta, John, Ridge and Thorn. They were the "Bold and the Beautiful" Bunch, three named for characters on that show. John was named after John Lennon by my son.
Now only Asta and Thorn remain for Amber died today.
She was a good mother. She watched over her little ones faithfully, staying with them in our bathroom until they were weaned and old enough to be put up for new homes.
It was kind of sad to see her look for her children for some time after they were gone. But it was necessary.
So maybe she was remembering during these her last days, I don't know.
She began crying intermittently and the other day I noticed she couldn't quite jump up as she used to. Now she wanted to drink a lot. She was different. She wanted to drink from the spigot in the kitchen sink and I would lift her up to the sink and turn on the water.
Perhaps tonight she is with her brothers, John and Ridge. If cats go to heaven, then the Angels will her purr and perhaps someday in the future I will hear her again myself.