21 years ago I got a call from my mom asking me if I was coming right home after work. When I asked why she told me that my brother had brought home a kitten. When I got home if found a new friend. The kitten was kind of dirty and sickly, too young to have been separated from her mother. The vet speculated the mother had died. We nursed the kitten back to health.
The vet told us she was probably born sometime in April of 1989. My mother wrote the date in the family phone book for reference. (A phone book my dad still has.)
My Daisy slept with me almost every night. She was a fighter; always ready for an argument. At a recent vet visit, she bit the vet and me.
She was there for me when my mom died, when I lost my job, when I broke up with a boyfriend, when I was nervous about going to grad school. She sat with me when I had a depressive episode a few years back and couldn't work up the energy to get out of my favorite chair. She was there when a friend just recently died. All she ever wanted from me in return is to be near me. Oh, and a can of Friskie's Buffet every day.
My Daisy died today. She was 21 years old. I miss her already.
Good bye my little Boo.
2 comments:
Beth, so sorry to read about Daisy. Take solace in the fact that she had you for all those years and together you came through some hard things. I hope your day is easy today.
Gia
(I have not gotten up the courage to read the "stories" yet, I started to but I could not go on, but please don't stop, as I will find the strength to read them and they are important to both you and I)
Gia,
Thanks for your kind words. We get so attached to our pets my family. I think that comes from my mom.
I hope the stories don't make you sad. Read them when they can make you happy. They will be there. How are you doing these days?
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