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Abbie,
Almost twenty years ago, right out of college I moved to the city. I had little money, even less possessions, and not one clue. But I knew one thing, I wanted a kitty. I wanted you, even though we hadn't met yet. I saved up for a few paychecks, and as soon as I could, I went to the Anti-Cruelty Society. There you were, just a little thing. You were the first and only kitten I asked to "meet". Immediately you crawled up on my neck, stuck your muzzle in my ear, started to purr, and fell asleep. I was charmed. I was in love.
We grew up together, and you were with me through all the ups and downs of young adulthood. The only thing is, while I was growing up, somehow you grew old. The decline has been slow, but it has been steady. I wondered how I'd know when it was "time". On October 10th, it was definitely "time". The sad details of your last day and half are irrelevant...they're not "you". But your personality never waned...my cranky old girl...you hissed at your vet (as usual), even at the end. He always understood you, so he just chuckled, kissed your head, and choked up a bit with tears himself. You and I started out together, and we were together at the end.
Now your bowls stand empty. I say to myself that I leave them out for Beau, my ex-feral boy who idolized you, even though you never gave him an inch. But the truth is that I'm not yet ready to put those bowls away. When I finally do, it will mean that you are really gone.
Maybe I'll leave them out just a little longer.
"Baby" Abbie:
"Grown-up" Abbie:
Almost twenty years ago, right out of college I moved to the city. I had little money, even less possessions, and not one clue. But I knew one thing, I wanted a kitty. I wanted you, even though we hadn't met yet. I saved up for a few paychecks, and as soon as I could, I went to the Anti-Cruelty Society. There you were, just a little thing. You were the first and only kitten I asked to "meet". Immediately you crawled up on my neck, stuck your muzzle in my ear, started to purr, and fell asleep. I was charmed. I was in love.
We grew up together, and you were with me through all the ups and downs of young adulthood. The only thing is, while I was growing up, somehow you grew old. The decline has been slow, but it has been steady. I wondered how I'd know when it was "time". On October 10th, it was definitely "time". The sad details of your last day and half are irrelevant...they're not "you". But your personality never waned...my cranky old girl...you hissed at your vet (as usual), even at the end. He always understood you, so he just chuckled, kissed your head, and choked up a bit with tears himself. You and I started out together, and we were together at the end.
Now your bowls stand empty. I say to myself that I leave them out for Beau, my ex-feral boy who idolized you, even though you never gave him an inch. But the truth is that I'm not yet ready to put those bowls away. When I finally do, it will mean that you are really gone.
Maybe I'll leave them out just a little longer.
"Baby" Abbie:
"Grown-up" Abbie: