Dear Miracle,
I didn’t think the day would come when you would go to join the many other beloved pets that I know over on the other side of the Rainbow bridge. Even now in our new place here in Boulder, CO., I keep thinking I will see you laying on your pad, or scratching your post, or in your box, or up on the window ledge or furniture checking out life going by, or outside patrolling for the neighbor cat, chasing leaves or bugs and enjoying the beautiful Colorado sunshine. I kept thinking that you would beat yet another setback in your health as you have been able to do over the past 10 years. In the back of my mind I had thought for a long time that you have not been totally healthy and feeling good but you always managed to bless Mitchell and I and our guests with your regal presence including that big beautiful purr. And if we were really lucky, you would brush by with your body, or come over and sniff, and even let me and a very few select others hold you – but only for several minutes. I loved holding you on my legs, petting you and talking to you about what a pretty girl you are, Divine Miss M, Boo Boo, Pumpkin, Miss Priss.
We have been through a lot, haven’t we? From your beginning at 3 weeks old in July 1999 in Lanham, MD, alone and full of fleas, but still managing to crawl out to the edge of a traffic lane, to many vet visits later for a skull fracture, digestive and bowel issues, several still undiagnosed issues, 2 strokes and periodic issues with not eating, including at the end, plus dealing with all the pets in your life that have come and gone, and a huge move to Colorado in June, until last week you had managed to recover and regain your steel determination and uniqueness that I love so much. You have seen many vets, vet techs, cardiac specialists, a holistic vet, an acupuncturist and energy healer over the years. Because of you I have met some wonderful experts who have helped you to survive and thrive despite all the challenges you faced.
I will treasure the laughs and joy you have brought into my life, from the way you curled your tail and the wicked swishing of it when you meant business, to our games of hide and seek at Orbit Lane with you very low and sleek running at top speed with ears pinned back, to playing with a shoestring, laser light, balls and all your other favorite toys, to seeing you bound across the yard with that tail straight up, to your beautiful pure black fur and one or two white hairs strategically placed, to the way you greeted me most times at the door at Orbit Lane with back arched in pleasure, eyes little slits and purring up a storm! Most especially I will delight in the memory of your loud and melodious purr! Such a loud and harmonious purr for such a small thing!
In the end I kept hoping for a turn around like so many other times before, but it was not to be. Despite the lack of food and traumatic episode of congestive heart failure, you still managed to keep fairly hydrated, use your litter box, go outside on the porch or grass (your favorite place), make several visits upstairs, and even purr and play a bit with ice cubes I put in your water. You continue to amaze me and those who know you, and it will take awhile to fully grasp the impact you have had on my life. I have been honored to share your time on this earth with you. Your loving Mom forever,
Marcia
(September 15, 2010)