You were sweet and adorable when we first met you. You went right to Arnie, which we believed you knew his heart needed healing.
In a very short period of time, it became obvious that I was the one you chose to love the most.
We thought perhaps, it was a woman thing and maybe it was. All I know is that you were always by me, purring and asking for more back rubs.
You were dealing with illness when we adopted you and accepted all that it entailed. We believed it was manageable and did all we could to help you.
Things turned around when during an exam, we were told that you were dealing with more than a tummy thing and your life expectancy was 6 months to 1 year!
It was heartbreaking to hear this and we vowed to do all we could to ease any of your pain and to give you all the love we possibly could for the remainder of our time together.
You had been on several meds, but when you were prescribed steroids, we were privy to a kitten instead of a sickly adult.
You talked all the time! You surprised me by bringing me a ball out of the blue and challenged me to toss it for you. The best surprise of all was that you returned it to me. Game on!
You enjoyed this activity so much so that you would bring your ball into the bedroom at all hours of the night and demand that I play. Oh, but of course, I did!
After that when you wanted to rest, you insisted that I come to you and lay with you until you were ready to go to sleep. (our other cat had control of the bed and you were too timid to challenge her)
We talked....you and I.... all the time. You understood me and I understood you. It was an amazing relationship that I would wish on everyone. You were my best buddy, my playmate and most of all, what I know to be, God's Gift!
You defied the odds and we had you for 14 months! I may have kept you a little longer than I should. I hope not because I wouldn't want you uncomfortable for even a second.
The house feels empty and I look for you all the time. I know it was time for you to go and I accept that. It's difficult to accept the hole in my heart.
I am thankful for all your love and know that I will love and miss you forever.
One of the saddest things we have to do when we love animals is be brave enough to know when it is time to let them go.
Although it is extremely hard to make the decision when they are ill, old, or not thriving, the greatest gift we can give them is to be with them until the end.
Today was the day I had to say goodbye to Maeve aka Mae Mae. It was guesstimated she was 15 years old by her teeth (or lack thereof) and her body composition. She had a full bag of treats and a special dinner last night. Then her lunch today was fishy and smelly and she LOVED it.
She has always been frail and her fur has always been unkept but she lived her life with grace and spunk! When she was eating and someone else tried to steal her food, she told them who was boss and no one messed with Mae Mae!
Her favorite thing was sitting on laps and just being loved. She was a little princess. Brittany saved her from the shelter in 2013 where she was scheduled to be euthanized. I don't remember the circumstances but Brittany can tell you. All I know is she is in a better place taking care of all of those we have lost. I told her to find my mom and dad so she would have two laps to lay on forever.
Rest In Peace little lady. Gone but never forgotten❤