My Lady Cobbs......
Kit, Cobbles, Cobby, Cobbrat, Cobblestone, Kittles.....etc. My favorite (and someday another cat of mine will be named this): Skittle.
She used to follow me on my long walks when I snuck out of my house when I was 14...
She was patient. Gentle. Hardcore. I watched her stand up to raccoons and make them back off on more than one occasion. Sne never failed to come to me when I whistled for her....
She would get lost....but she would find her way. I would put up fliers and call every shelter, yet weeks later she would come home skin and bones....bruised and torn.
She comforted me in times of severe distress. She was with me through all my innocent-wanderings-in-the-forest years, my wild party years, my school years, my young adult years--which involved me leaving her. I grieved for months after I moved out because I knew I would never sleep with her on my chest ever again.
I used to cry at night because I missed her.
That night that I ran her over with my car.......................time stopped. I couldn't see through my tears while I raced to Dove Lewis. I bawled in the waiting room for six hours. She was all right, though. She made it through everything EVERYTHING. That girl....she took a LOT during her life. Just look at her left ear....
*cries*
I knew this was coming.
I'm glad that I was able to accept this months ago. In a way. I knew it was happening....I knew I would get that phone call one day very soon.
Why am I always right about those things?
To My Kitty who thought she was a dog, my companion for 14 years, The one who chose me, and by doing so, gave me a great pet rescue story to tell to my grandchildren.....
I love you. I will never, ever forget you. I hope someday you can come find me one more time...
....*kiss*....
She used to follow me on my long walks when I snuck out of my house when I was 14...
She was patient. Gentle. Hardcore. I watched her stand up to raccoons and make them back off on more than one occasion. Sne never failed to come to me when I whistled for her....
She would get lost....but she would find her way. I would put up fliers and call every shelter, yet weeks later she would come home skin and bones....bruised and torn.
She comforted me in times of severe distress. She was with me through all my innocent-wanderings-in-the-forest years, my wild party years, my school years, my young adult years--which involved me leaving her. I grieved for months after I moved out because I knew I would never sleep with her on my chest ever again.
I used to cry at night because I missed her.
That night that I ran her over with my car.......................time stopped. I couldn't see through my tears while I raced to Dove Lewis. I bawled in the waiting room for six hours. She was all right, though. She made it through everything EVERYTHING. That girl....she took a LOT during her life. Just look at her left ear....
*cries*
I knew this was coming.
I'm glad that I was able to accept this months ago. In a way. I knew it was happening....I knew I would get that phone call one day very soon.
Why am I always right about those things?
To My Kitty who thought she was a dog, my companion for 14 years, The one who chose me, and by doing so, gave me a great pet rescue story to tell to my grandchildren.....
I love you. I will never, ever forget you. I hope someday you can come find me one more time...
....*kiss*....