Mar 21, 2010 21:28
When I was visiting my parents, I guess it was about 6 or 7 years ago, I saw a spunky little kitten in their yard. She was obviously a hungry stray. I could not let her starve, so I fed her. And my parents kept her.
My Dad named her Muffin - a name that did not fit her personality or her looks at all. She was a pastel tricolored cat. I am convinced she was reincarnated royalty. She could give you a queenly look that put you decidedly in your place. She was stubborn and not particularly loving - unless you were giving her treats or you were my Mom or Dad. But we all loved her. I loved her because of her attitude.
Muffin's vet tried everything she could think of to save Muffin, but the back injury was too severe. After 24 hours of high dose IV steroids, Muffin was still unable to move her hind legs or urinate on her own. My parents had to make the heart breaking decision to have Muffin's vet send her to God.
My heart is broken. In my mind's eye, I see so clearly Muffin as a tiny stray kitten coming to me to get her first good meal in who knows how long.
I miss you Muff-Muff and will remember you always. I am sure that there will be plenty of treats in heaven. You've also got lots of family to welcome you - Mom and Dad's KC and Cody, Donna's Hobo and Bennie, plus my precious Runway.
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