Christmas 1991 - January 14, 2006
Jan. 14th, 2006 11:03 pmShe was my companion, my bestest friend. She comforted me when I cried. She scratched and fitzed at anyone who didn't know her most subtle of subtle warnings to "stop petting me now."
When we met, she was skinny and bedraggled, crying in a wire kennel in a nasty Arabian pet store. She knew me for the sucker I am. I opened the kennel and she came to me, putting one paw on each shoulder, and she nuzzled my neck. I gave the scary man all my babysitting money and brought her home on the school bus, all my friends cooing at my beautiful new friend. I took her to bed with me that night, and in the morning, she woke me with little kisses on my nose.
She never hugged me like that again, and only kissed me when comforting my tears.
We understood each other, we respected each other. I loved her more than I can express.
Christie was not getting better. Indeed, she suddenly got quite worse. Her seizures broke my heart and steeled my resolve to not allow her to suffer anymore. She was nothing if not dignified, and I wanted her to have that to the end.
She was calmed, I told her over and over again that I love her, that she's beautiful. . . and then she was gone.
I held her for a good while, rocking her as I used to do, kissing her luscious soft fur. I even held her up to see her face as I passed her limp body to the assistant. After a final kiss and a whispered I love you, Christie, I left her. We'll bring her back home in a few days.
It hurts so much, I haven't the words for it.

When we met, she was skinny and bedraggled, crying in a wire kennel in a nasty Arabian pet store. She knew me for the sucker I am. I opened the kennel and she came to me, putting one paw on each shoulder, and she nuzzled my neck. I gave the scary man all my babysitting money and brought her home on the school bus, all my friends cooing at my beautiful new friend. I took her to bed with me that night, and in the morning, she woke me with little kisses on my nose.
She never hugged me like that again, and only kissed me when comforting my tears.
We understood each other, we respected each other. I loved her more than I can express.
Christie was not getting better. Indeed, she suddenly got quite worse. Her seizures broke my heart and steeled my resolve to not allow her to suffer anymore. She was nothing if not dignified, and I wanted her to have that to the end.
She was calmed, I told her over and over again that I love her, that she's beautiful. . . and then she was gone.
I held her for a good while, rocking her as I used to do, kissing her luscious soft fur. I even held her up to see her face as I passed her limp body to the assistant. After a final kiss and a whispered I love you, Christie, I left her. We'll bring her back home in a few days.
It hurts so much, I haven't the words for it.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 05:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:55 am (UTC)Just love 'em to the end.
OMG!!!
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:51 am (UTC)Re: OMG!!!
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)some small comfort may be
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)Yep
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: January 15th, 2006 06:26 am (UTC)You have my sympathy. Sounds like she had a lovely happy life....
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Date: January 15th, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)She had attitude, but she always shared her love with me.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 06:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 07:21 am (UTC)I am so, so sorry.
At least take comfort in the fact that you were there with her at the end. When my cat Stimpy died, she was at the vets on an IV drip, alone. That always kills me.
Though I didn't have to make the tough, heartbreaking decision you did, I DO wish I could have been there with her when she died, instead of alone surrounded by strangers. IF nothing else, take comfort in the fact that she knew, always and at the end, she was loved.
My brother-in-law once had his one year old cat get out of the house and was hit by a car, and it devastated him. I told him, "Hey, if not for you taking him in and loving him, what kind of life would he have had? You gave him shelter, food, and love. It's more than he ever would have had without you. He only lived a year, but it was a damned good year."
Christie may have only had 14 years, but they were damned good years.
Peace, and take it easy. If you ever need a shoulder, I have two at your disposal.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 04:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 09:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 04:29 pm (UTC)And the prettiest! Which, of course, she knew.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 02:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: January 15th, 2006 03:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 03:34 pm (UTC)Godspeed, Christie.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 04:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 03:36 pm (UTC)*hugs*
She was a wonderful kitty.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 04:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 16th, 2006 03:29 am (UTC)I had to let her go.
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Date: January 15th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)My condolences.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 15th, 2006 09:26 pm (UTC)I am so very sorry.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:27 am (UTC)Maybe the persnickity personality goes with the coat?
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Date: January 20th, 2006 04:34 am (UTC)The other persnicketty Kitty Ms. Willow is the Christie Look alike.
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Date: January 20th, 2006 03:26 pm (UTC)I dreamed about Christie last night. She was curled up in my lap and I stroked and hugged her. Felt good.
In the meantime, Franklin (my jet-black young man) is taking on some of Christie's roles. . . jumping up to the kitchen and bathroom counters, insisting on helping me out in the bathroom, fighting with me over the best seating. *sigh*
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Date: January 16th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)Chris xx xx
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:28 am (UTC)Hm. It was 24 hours ago right now that she was gone. God, my heart hurts.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 16th, 2006 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 16th, 2006 03:24 am (UTC)I'm going to pull together my favorite Christie pics this week. I need a memorial for her, and the urn I'll eventually get for her cremains won't quite be enough.
I do feel that Christie was counting on me to help her get out. Her last hours were so awful.
I'm sorry you're going through this, too.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)There are some other of my long time animal pals in there too...
Here it is :
http://photobucket.com/albums/v32/scorpbeotch/Animals/
I won't look, it's still very raw.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)Now I'm inspired. Thank you.
Hang in there. I have these two now - although they're full-grown now.
I'll share my album with you when I get it done.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 16th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC)We love them so much, and they're with us long enough to hold such a big part of our lives, but never long enough. Until the last few months, when she was sick, I really felt like we'd be together forever.
Half my life sure feels like forever.
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Date: January 16th, 2006 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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