My Dear Angel
Angels come in many forms and shapes. They come to you in times of great need.
I needed you or rather Fred did. He was not happy about being the only “Cool Cat on The Block” after I adopted him.
Fred is a chapter of its own.
He prowled and “pursued” me so I thought, “A female could help him?”
So back to the shelter to explain my dilemma.
There you were.
“They” said you were very shy and probably wouldn’t respond to me. You, you little devil, crawled right into my arms, hung on for dear life and
purred like a lion.
“They” said: “She is deaf and not fixed”
You didn’t let go, so we went home.
Fred found you absolutely adorable, although you maintained a “dignified” distance to him and every one else through out your life. You would let
him groom you on occasion.
Well, Sam you hated with a vengeance even though he was smaller than you as a puppy, he still has marks on his ears.
Except me, it turned out you were a some what Turkish Angora and they are bread to bond intimately with one person.
Dear Lord, the cute cuddly kitten I brought home, challenged every inch of my patience. For years. There was no place too high for you to reach or any
crevice to small for you to creep into.
Any one and every one was a “foreigner” treated with polite indifference, turning you back on any approach, except Gigi. You actually honored her
with a peculiar interest, even-though she could have swallowed you in a mouthful.
When she looked at you on your perch on the table you would viciously swat (declawed) her giant face make her bark, which the whole block could hear,
but you couldn’t, and continue harassing her.
She would look at me waging and smiling as if to say “Mommy, this is fun”
You were soooo tiny, light as a feather most of your life. Later, as you became less active you reached a whopping eleven pounds. Still not to heavy
when you snuggle onto my head at night.
You hated being on the floor, jumping from place to place you would reach your imaginary destination and at times get “lost” in a room, yowling
until I “found” you. Or just agonize outside a door I dared close.
You could jump six feet horizontally until recently.
You my dear have given me so much joy, you are so “alien”, When you were young you would sit on chest and stare into my eyes, tilting your head
back and forth touching a paw to my face if I closed mine.
With those slanted eyes of yours you looked like a fury ET.
And God you can purr, you are a purr machine, falling asleep to that rumble on my head is heaven. I will miss that very much.
I forgot to mention the 'kittens' (another tail) whom you seem to accept.
I hope you know I love you. You, Fred and Sam have gone through hell and back with me. Thank you.
Yesterday, I learned that Angel only has twenty percent kidney function left, she was acting very odd and had lost wait within a short time frame, so
off to the vet. My vet, whom I regard as one of the finest (she does wonders with animals, but shows poorly hidden contempt for people), knows me
well. I do not approve of life extending treatment if it doesn’t cure or eliminates pain. And I demand relentless honesty.
I asked if she could handle another week, yes.
So I have six days to ‘prepare’. She will have a spot next to Fred in the front yard. He rests under a great hollow log with willows growing on
top and Angel will have a tree I can shape. A Buck thorn.
This little account doesn’t serve Angel justice, but it’s all I got. The rest is in my heart. Fifteen years can’t be put into a few lines.
Thanks for reading. Where else do you place an ‘animal eulogy’.