and we iz all better fur knowin her, and in turn ursef, OEJ
"Sparafucile" wrote in message
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On Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:11:34 -0400, The Two Sisters wrote:
Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into
my
life about nine years ago. She was a purebred Persian, a lovely
cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never
fussing
or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. She came to me
as a retired show cat and was exceptional from the moment I met her; when
I
brought her home she walked out of her carrier within hours, never hid
under
the bed and immediately became my best little friend.

Over the years, we grew closer to each other, and like old lovers, we came
to know each other's moods and habits, likes and dislikes and she became
part of me. She was the light of my life: when I came home from work she
would be sitting on the front window radiator cover watching for me to
walk
up to the front door; I would wave, and she would run to the front door to
greet me. She would lie down next to me in bed while I read, turn over
and
offer up her soft little belly to be petted; then she would fall asleep on
the pillow next to mine. I loved her and she, in turn, loved me.

Then, one Saturday night in May, without any warning, she went limp while
I
was grooming her; I knew she had a serious cardiovascular problem and
rushed
her to the emergency room at the veterinary hospital. They put her on
life-support and worked on her for two hours, but in the end she could not
survive on her own. She left me and this world that night, passing on as
I
held her tightly, my tears soaking her long, beautiful fur. I cried for
days...

I remember how soft she felt against me while I held her; her big,
beautiful
eyes, her sweet face; even today I cry when I think of her and how much I
loved her.

Anaïs, my sweet girlcat, I loved you from the moment I met you, and I
haven't stopped. I will never forget you. Never.

--
Ciao,

Serge

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the
cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

10/13/2011 7:12:58 PM