Abby was my right hand cat. She was everything to me. When I went to Petsmart 11 years ago to get a cat for myself, I had no idea that I was about to find the once in a lifetime cat. I reached into her cage to pull her out and she wrapped her arms around my neck and wouldn’t let go. I took her home only to experience enough love and companionship to last a lifetime.
Abby was a health nut. She was always willing and eager to give anything a try that I was eating. She ate blueberries, always wanting to get her antioxidants. She ate yogurt, hoping to get enough probiotics. And was always happy to share frosting from my birthday cake. She was my little foodie cat. And she always managed to keep her girlish figure.
Abby earned the nickname Nurse Abby. Although she remained loyal only to me, she offered her nursing services to anyone in the house who was not feeling well. If you were sick or in need of a good nap, Abby would be there on the double to either watch your vital signs or put good sleep vibes on you as you went off to dreamland.
Abby was a tough gal. We were told she came from a shelter in Wyoming. We called her our little Wyoming Rip-rap. Abby had a serious personality. Our time together was serious business to her, and to me too. And she was always thinking. Thinking about how to get more time in with me. She was the epitome of a loyal companion.
Every night after dinner I’d call Abby and she would come running to lay on my lap during tv time. All I would have to say is “Abby, it’s time.” She would sleep deeply until bedtime.
I sorely miss her company and our wonderful routines that we had together. Abby was incredibly smart, she was the Lassie of Cats. It does not get any better than that. She died in my arms and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I had always promised her that when that day came, I’d do the right thing. Most days though, it doesn’t feel like the right thing. We miss you terribly.
Love, Mom and your family