It's been a couple days, and I write with tears in my eyes (I am honestly not sure how I still have any left). Kitty had developed a softball size lymphoma in her belly and surgery was not an option. As I have sobbed about this cat, feeling that I lost more than just a pet, I have tried to put words to my feelings. Yes, Kitty was my pet, my fur baby. But she was more than that. Having wanted a cat my whole life, she was my first kitten. Even more than that, I realized she was a constant staple in my ever changing life.
I brought Miss Elliott home at 8 weeks old to the very first home I ever owned in Texas. She was a spunky little thing (a true Texan). She quickly filled my heart and became my best little fur creature.
She was a fuzz ball that loved to cuddle and play!!
Less than a year into our life together we made our first move! Kitty learned to jump on the counter, then to the fridge, to the top of the cabinets and then onto this wall! She was crazy like that!
After arriving in Salt Lake, we moved into our new home, where we stayed for about 6 months, until I got divorced and moved in with my parents.
I got remarried and gained two step daughters and we moved into our townhouse, where we lived for 4 more years.
Our next move was the hardest on kitty! Within a few weeks of the move, she had scratched a bawled spot on her chin from stress. A quick trip to the vet, and she was on the mend.
4.5 years later I would take that sweet animal to the same vet one last heartbreaking time!
In this house, she loved sitting on this chair. I now need to get rid of that chair because every time I walk into the living room and see it empty, I lose it. She sat on that chair day after day watching the comings and goings of the family. She was quiet, rarely needed anything and was content to just be . . . I do feel a little lost without her. She was the one constant in my life, my little Texas girl, my silent rock.
At the beginning of February Jody was snoring one night, and with Autumn at her moms, I decided to go sleep in her room. Usually Kitty would come running when I got up in the night, but that night she didn't. I really wanted to cuddle with her, so I picked her up and carried her to bed with me. I will never forget that night. She slept so well, so cuddly - so glad Jody snored that night!!!
Miss Kitty Bear, there will never be another like you! I love you to pieces and will never get over you! I pray we will meet again and that you are keeping a chair in Heaven warm for me watching the comings and goings . . .
Serving Him,
Jess
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