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Sweet Baby started out as “one eyed Willie”. A four-year old mutt of a street cat with one eye and seven toes that I fell in love with at the shelter.
I didn’t want to love him since he wasn’t gorgeous like my dearly departed Coco Chanel the Maine Coon, but little did I know we were destined to be family. He had been a shelter resident for 6 long months, always getting passed over for the prettier ones, but really it was just God holding him for the time I would find him. When asked why I picked him I would always reply, “I’m not perfect either and he loves me anyhow”. We were soul-tied. He was sent to heal my heart break over Ccoo.
Once he was home with me, he never left my side. He slept on my pillow, was always draped over my
shoulder, gave sweet kitty kisses and loved hugs. Every single morning he would wait on the arm of the sofa for his long hug after my coffee. He loved to be coddled and cuddled.
He endured a golden retriever, ex husband, job transfers, moving houses. He had all his teeth pulled at the ripe old age of 14, still ate like a pig and demanded to naw on my fingers affectionately. He wore a pirate outfit, owned a sombrero and gained the nickname El Niño. He was just a sweet sweet boy.
He was always slow and kinda lazy, I’m not sure I ever saw him chase anything, but just a few weeks ago he seemed slower and wasn‘t eating much. I didn’t realize it right away because my mom was in ICU and I was spending long hours at the hospital. I realized, though during our morning coffee ritual hug he felt thinner. AKA Big belly, he weighed almost 19 at his biggest (17 when he dieted) but now he was down to about 15lbs. He was breathing different.
That night he laid on my bed pillow. I spoke to him and caressed him for much of the night. I thought he was going to take his last breaths and I told him it was ok to sleep. I reminded him of our 14 years together and sang to him. I held him. He stayed with me though. That morning I brought my coffee into bed to sit with my boy. He didn’t want to come downstairs.
We went to the vet later that day.
I didn’t think I’d be coming home alone. I wasn’t thinking anything. Yet, I was ready to support my beloved as the biggest act of love I could express.
The vet said it was time. I tried to find someone to do it at home since he was such a scaredy cat, but he had given up fighting. He was peaceful and calm at the vet. I just held him and said my tearful goodbye.
I think we both had peace as we passed through that moment together.
The day I brought him home in 2007 I promised him we’d be together until the end and we were.
I miss my little baby so much and do a lot of crying. He really was family to me and showed me unconditional love.
To my Sweet Baby Kitten may you rest in peace knowing how loved you are. Thank you for 14 years. You will always be in my heart, my sweet gray boy.
I didn’t want to love him since he wasn’t gorgeous like my dearly departed Coco Chanel the Maine Coon, but little did I know we were destined to be family. He had been a shelter resident for 6 long months, always getting passed over for the prettier ones, but really it was just God holding him for the time I would find him. When asked why I picked him I would always reply, “I’m not perfect either and he loves me anyhow”. We were soul-tied. He was sent to heal my heart break over Ccoo.
Once he was home with me, he never left my side. He slept on my pillow, was always draped over my
shoulder, gave sweet kitty kisses and loved hugs. Every single morning he would wait on the arm of the sofa for his long hug after my coffee. He loved to be coddled and cuddled.
He endured a golden retriever, ex husband, job transfers, moving houses. He had all his teeth pulled at the ripe old age of 14, still ate like a pig and demanded to naw on my fingers affectionately. He wore a pirate outfit, owned a sombrero and gained the nickname El Niño. He was just a sweet sweet boy.
He was always slow and kinda lazy, I’m not sure I ever saw him chase anything, but just a few weeks ago he seemed slower and wasn‘t eating much. I didn’t realize it right away because my mom was in ICU and I was spending long hours at the hospital. I realized, though during our morning coffee ritual hug he felt thinner. AKA Big belly, he weighed almost 19 at his biggest (17 when he dieted) but now he was down to about 15lbs. He was breathing different.
That night he laid on my bed pillow. I spoke to him and caressed him for much of the night. I thought he was going to take his last breaths and I told him it was ok to sleep. I reminded him of our 14 years together and sang to him. I held him. He stayed with me though. That morning I brought my coffee into bed to sit with my boy. He didn’t want to come downstairs.
We went to the vet later that day.
I didn’t think I’d be coming home alone. I wasn’t thinking anything. Yet, I was ready to support my beloved as the biggest act of love I could express.
The vet said it was time. I tried to find someone to do it at home since he was such a scaredy cat, but he had given up fighting. He was peaceful and calm at the vet. I just held him and said my tearful goodbye.
I think we both had peace as we passed through that moment together.
The day I brought him home in 2007 I promised him we’d be together until the end and we were.
I miss my little baby so much and do a lot of crying. He really was family to me and showed me unconditional love.
To my Sweet Baby Kitten may you rest in peace knowing how loved you are. Thank you for 14 years. You will always be in my heart, my sweet gray boy.
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