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Well, this is not a happy story to tell; however, I will tell
it. My little girl was born in September 1979, and that month is
the first month that we met. She was a very tiny black and white
kitten--perfectly symmetrical. She almost looked like a little
penguin with her tuxedo on(except for her 4 white little paws). I
named her Bootsie Marie, but we called her Boo. She had been
there for me before my first girlfriend, through my short
marriage, and beyond. She traveled with me, and waited for me
when I could not take her with me.
She was a real trooper. She survived being poisoned by an excess
of flea powder(someone had put dog powder on her--they were only
trying to help); she had grown into a beautiful cat. I called her
a "fur-person" because that is what she was to me. She
was a great friend, and we cohabitated for many, many years
together in that length of time you become part of one another.
No matter what age she was, everyone thought she was half that.
She was beautiful. Well, approximately 2 months ago, I noticed a
little bump under her chin. We took her to the vet and he said
that it was oral cancer. Well, a few weeks passed and I was
giving her some medecine to help the pain. She never complained
about it hurting, so I really didn't know. She wouldn't complain
anyway, she would not want to worry me. But the day came when she
would not eat, and I had no choice but to say goodbye to the
oldest friend that I truly had. She had been eating so she wasn't
bare bones, but I could not let her suffer. After I had made the
decision, I sat with her for a few hours. I brushed her and we
talked. I arrived at the vets office(he was a very nice person
who loved animals, he wasn't my normal vet) and we went into the
room. He checked her out and said how beautiful and healthy she
was, except for the cancer. He said I was doing the right thing.
It was the right thing--the only thing I could do. I held her as
he was preparing to inject the anethesia. Just before he injected
it into her, she leaned forward and put her head on my chest, I
think as if to say farewell. As I brushed her with my hand she
passed out and went to sleep forever. I brought her home and
placed her in her little coffin; then buried her in my front
yard.
At midnight that night my smoke detector sounded, I went out
to check it and there was no smoke. I replaced the battery and
went back to bed.
It happened again. I got up and looked--nothing. The very next
morning I put the battery back in, and one more time it happened.
Nothing like that has happened before or since. It was her. At
least that is what my family belives. We are pretty intelligent
people, and there was, or is, no other explanation for those
occurances.
I loved that little girl for 17 years, and now she is gone and I
miss her very much. It is only at certain times when I miss her
so much. I know, however, that her little spirit is around, and
she will always
live in my memory. I wish I had a photo to send but my pix files
were deleted.
So, thank you for your support of our beloved friends, and more
importantly for listening to me(rather reading me).
Thank you, from myself and from Boo.
David A. Jecker davej@aug.com
