....may I tell you all a story? It is the story of my now dead cat, Mommy. Otherwise known as Mother. Or Mater. Or just 'Mom'. The little critter came into my life sometime in 1997, as a wee kitten. A wee, gray-striped kitten. I gave the kitten a name, which time has erased the memory of now, and life was good.
Then, quite soon afterward, my gray-striped kitten had a batch of kittens. I'm tellin' ya, she was really young to be procreating, but she did. A beautiful batch of of (I think) four kittens. We took them to the local pet shop and, onnacounta they were good-lookin' kittens, the pet shop took them and then sold them.
Then, quite soon afterward, my gray-striped kitten had ANOTHER batch of kittens. Again, same story.
It was then that the little baby-making machine was re-named Mother, and it was also then that she was dutifully taken to the vet for her "fixin'".
Life was again then good, for many a year. Then I moved down to The Shack, and did not take Mommy with me. I figured she was better off back in Washington with her new humans, John and Autumn. That lasted about six months, whereupon I returned to Washington for a visit and brought Mom back with me to live. That was a year and a half ago.
Yesterday she had what we determined was a stroke, leaving her hind quarters immobile and causing her very much distress. You know, the meowing. And such.
This morning I took her to the local animal shelter to be put down. Good-bye, Mom.
She was a little over eleven years old.
And so it goes.
Then, quite soon afterward, my gray-striped kitten had a batch of kittens. I'm tellin' ya, she was really young to be procreating, but she did. A beautiful batch of of (I think) four kittens. We took them to the local pet shop and, onnacounta they were good-lookin' kittens, the pet shop took them and then sold them.
Then, quite soon afterward, my gray-striped kitten had ANOTHER batch of kittens. Again, same story.
It was then that the little baby-making machine was re-named Mother, and it was also then that she was dutifully taken to the vet for her "fixin'".
Life was again then good, for many a year. Then I moved down to The Shack, and did not take Mommy with me. I figured she was better off back in Washington with her new humans, John and Autumn. That lasted about six months, whereupon I returned to Washington for a visit and brought Mom back with me to live. That was a year and a half ago.
Yesterday she had what we determined was a stroke, leaving her hind quarters immobile and causing her very much distress. You know, the meowing. And such.
This morning I took her to the local animal shelter to be put down. Good-bye, Mom.
She was a little over eleven years old.
And so it goes.
1 comment:
I am so sorry. The same thing happened to Maxine, she was 18 yrs old. I am relieved, as I was reading the story I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, that she had died due to the dreaded river road. Me bloggda tonight :)
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