years and years ago, before children, and houses and husbands even, there was a little white cat. her hind quarters were shaved and her tail wasn’t straight, and yet she purred. she purred, i was told when she was brought in by her previous owner to be put down because of an “accident” involving the daughter of the owner, which left her with a broken tail and shattered hind quarters. she purred with such conviction that dr. sue couldn’t let her go to kitty heaven. she refused to let this little white bundle of happiness go. i took her home. brew and i were living together at the time. brew needed something to love. i gave this little white kitten whose name is winter to him. he moved to the big city and winter went along. she was a traveling kitty. a feline of the city now. she gained a couple of brothers and they were a happy family. then, brew went out to meet the world and she came to live with me again. by now i was an us. i had stubby hubs hunk. i had the goose. and i had the bug cooking in my belly. she fit right in. at night she would try to perch on my enormous belly as the bug did the samba inside, me trying to read my book all the while.
we found she had a heart murmur, stage 4 when she was 8 and a thyroid issue when she was 11. we did what the doctor ordered.
lately she just hadn’t been herself. she had lost weight and was hurting. i could tell. she was very talkative. the rest of the pride could tell things had changed too. like in national geographic her position of grand dame was being challenged. i would not have her be relegated to the life of a displaced queen. lose her title and simply remain a senior citizen.
today we went to visit dr sue for the last time together. my little white girl was an old lady of 15. i held her as she took her final nap. i told her i loved her. i told her i was sorry that i couldn’t help her live forever.
i kissed her head and i said goodbye.E