Trailer Trash Too

I didn't have enough time to properly mourn my beautiful Saddie. I needed sleep, too. I got the sleep I needed and woke up sad. That such a sweet little creature died so early in his life, makes me so very sad. I guess it's also because he was such a comfort. My other cats are great, but they don't have the same attitude he had. I was looking at some of his pictures from when I first got him. It was in April of 2003. He had been born a couple weeks before bush "shocked and awed" the Iraqies. What a cute little kitten. What a cute little cat. I've planted him in the canna bed. He loved to zip outside and play around in the plants. My half-sister made two cement stepping stones for me, a couple years ago. One has a cat on it and the other has a flower. Both would be good to place on his grave, but I think I'll put the cat one.

Saddie usually came running when I would call his name. He'd sit in the windows as I drove up and jump down and run to the door to greet me. He would play in the kitchen around my legs when I would make coffee. He always loved me to make little balls of the sweetener packs and drop them down to him. He would play soccor with them. Saddie loved to get up on cabinets and open the doors. He was looking for new places to sleep, I think. He was so cute, in the mornings. He would come in and lick the water drops from one of my legs as I was drying off from the shower. Then, when I tried to pick up the bathmat from the floor to place it on the side of the tub, he would play tug of war with me. I would go to the bedroom and he would run in there and jump on the bed. I would pick out what I was going to wear and he would make sure there was enough kitty hair on the items. He loved to roll around on the items. Best of all, he very rarely used his claws. He was such a wonderful sweet natured cat that when he was playing games, he kept the claws sheathed. Sometimes, I would open the towel cabinet and there he would be. He liked to sleep on the top shelf. At night, mostly, he liked to sleep on the bed. If I got up in the middle of the night, there he was. He liked to keep me company. What a darling cat.

I hope you're in kitty heaven, my sweet Saddie Puppy. I also hope you'll be reincarnated as a kitten and I find you.

I had Mogwei put to sleep a year ago, this month. His death was expected. He was an older cat going through some terrible health problems and was very ill. I didn't have as much trouble with his passing because he felt so bad. It seems as though these colder months are when my cats end up dying off. I think Grover died in December, but she was 17 years old. She had had a stroke and hit her head. She was put on a steroid which gave her strength and a little more time, but I wish I had taken her to the vet that last week and had him give her the shot. She had been in bad shape. When He-man became deathly ill, I decided I wasn't going to make him go through the agony she had. It is always a difficult decision. I kicked myself because Grover had such a horrible time before she actually passed on. I kicked myself about Heman and Mogwei, because I took them to the vet and had him kill them. I thought, "they might have come out of it." but, they really wouldn't have. There aren't many miracles around. Grover was a sweet tempered lap cat. She always had to be on my lap. Mogwei wasn't as much of a lap cat, but he liked to sit on the chair beside me. He-man was actually my son's cat, originally. He didn't like kids, too much, though because my son brought his friends over and they fought over who was going to hold him. I stopped them from hurting him in a tug of war type thing. He decided he was my cat, but he was a fearful cat. Over the years, he got over many of his fears, but in the end, he lived in the bathroom, mostly. That's because there was a dog in the house and he didn't like the dog. When I think back on all the crap these poor kitties had to put up with, like the dog (it was the kitties house, but the dog kind of took over and they had to get along with her - granted she was a nice dog) I wish I could have a do-over of the time. But... there are no do-overs in life.

I just wanted to write this as a memorial to the wonderful cats I've lost in the last several years. They made an impact on my life and because of knowing them, I'm that much luckier. It's hard losing a pet. They are family members. Anyone who scoffs at that, must not have ever had (or loved) a pet.