Miss Kitty, in memorium...

I left the house this morning after posting my blog. I met with my therapist and then rushed home, hoping to see my beloved friend and feline companion bounding across the yard. She still had not returned. So I took a walk.

I found her about 100 yards from the house, bloodied and still. I think that she had been clipped by a car last night and managed to crawl halfway home before dying.

To say that she will be missed is an understatement. She had an uncanny ability to sense when others were in pain and comfort them. She understood many human words and was very talkative herself. She was gentle and kind (except to mice and rabbits) and was a great napper. She would curl up in my right armpit and fall asleep with me when I napped in the afternoon. She was a blessing in times of great pain and darkness and I am grateful beyond words at the time we had together. Wherever the souls of cats go, she is there, in the tall grass. She will forever roll at my feet and bump her head against my hand for a little extra attention.

My mother is as crushed as I am. She herself is a gentle soul, and, at her age has seen many deaths, of both two and four-legged friends. As I said before, Miss Kitty was of great comfort to her during the bleak months I was in jail. For that I am forever thankful.

She seemingly appeared out of nowhere when we needed her the most. She has gone back from where she came.

Miss Kitty
8/2001--7/28/2005


Johnnyboy