I must continue from where I left off, I hope that someday soon, a digital picture of Sweet Baby will grace this page so that not just my words, but, her sweet face will be a testament to just how wonderful she was. This is my tribute to her.
The Sweet Baby Back story goes like this. In late August 2000, my mother's then beloved cat Bugger was very ill, she had him since he was a kitten, and he loved her best. He was gorgeous, black himalayan with fluffy bloomer legs. He had a fiery personality and the one who saw the most of his sweetness was mom. When he passed she was sick about it. Was sure that she never wanted a cat again, at least not for a long time.
A few days after losing Bugger, it was like no time at all. This beautiful, Maine coon cat started wandering around her yard while she was outside working in the garden. And she just meowed and meowed and meowed. And I remember seeing her outside, meowing at my mom, and mom was like, NO WAY, she's not gonna break me. The next time I went to visit Mom- few days, maybe a week later. Sweet baby was sitting inside the door to my mom's house- in the kitchen, looking like a very happy cat. My mom could not deny it, sweet baby won her over- and so they made a life together. Would you believe that after Sweet Baby had meowed her way into my mom's house and heart- She NEVER MEOWED AGAIN...Sweet baby was awesome. So gentle, and sweet. You should have seen how she was with my brother Leigh when he would come to town to visit, they were just in love with each other. It was sickeningly beautiful to watch. Sweet Baby has such a wonderful personality and disposition, we all could not help to love her.
So, around Easter she sounded wheezy, congested. My mother had done rounds with antibiotics on and off for quite some time, as sweet baby would have really thick mucous. I think we thought that this was part of that, however, it was different. And, since Easter my mom was back and forth to the vet with sweet baby, trying to get some idea what was wrong with her- they checked her chest, lungs, found nothing. The breathing just kept getting worse. On the surface Sweet Baby was herself- otherwise, she just wasn't breathing right, it just seemed that somehow she was managing it. Touch and go for weeks...
Finally, after Sweet Baby had gone through a bout with not eating, and mom had given her broth, and was driving herself up the wall from lack of sleep and worry, as sweet baby got worse late at night, and it kept mom on edge.
Mom realized it was in her throat, sure that something was stuck in there
maybe dry cat food, something in her nasal cavity...there was hope for a minute that they could find it and remove it. My mother had to have her put under for the scope, and they lost sweet baby for a minute when that happened. What they found was a heart break. There was a growth blocking her windpipe, going into her throat. It was terrible. We couldn't understand- ANY OF US, how a wonderful cat who brought nothing but JOY would have to experience something like this. My mom could not do anything- that was Monday- she had to process.
On Tuesday evening- I spoke with my mom, and she told me that she was going in Wednesday morning for the second opinion, and that she was not sure how or what was going to happen.
I asked if I could come see her for a while. She said I could as long as I didn't take her down the tubes. So, the evening with Sweet Baby was nice, I spent alot of time petting her, kissing her, cuddling her as much as I could, listening to her labored breathing- wishing she would sound better- she never did. I memorized her big white paws, kissed them, kissed her head, ran my fingers through the long white fur on her stomach, and just soaked her in. She played with her cat toys, still alert, as sharp as always . I watched her go back and forth to the food, about 5 or 6 times while I was there. Dry food, wet food, water. Hey, she even ate a spider. And, I just loved her, and I tried to soak in as much of her as possible, so that I would always remember. Because, I knew, as much as I didn't want to believe, I was saying goodbye- not just for me, but for Leigh, and Lance and Angel. I did not cry. I wanted to, but, I didn't, I didn't for Mom. I could not take us down that road, not yet, as nothing had been decided. And we went back and forth- the whole time I was there, that this did not seem like a cat in bad shape, not a dying cat. These shouldn't even be our thoughts.
I finally left, my stomach was hurting so badly by the time I left there was no option, and I went home and slept. When I awoke Wed to get ready for work, I just had this bad feeling, this sadness, and loss. I started crying then, and got it together, and cried more at my desk when I got to work, and more around 10:00 because that's when I knew she was at the vet, and intermittently throughout the day. I just knew that she was gone...
I cried as if I had already heard the news. And, when my heartbroken mom finally told me at 7:15 that night, we cried more. And since Wed. I have cried so many times over that Beautiful cat, and what a loss this is. And, how terrible I feel for my mom having to go through all that. I always wished Sweet Baby would live forever- and, in a way, she will. Hopefully through this, I can make her stay alive in a way, and remember her for the comfort and love she provided- her gentle, sweet, beautiful way. And we will all know, that there was never another cat like her. May she be blessed, serene and at peace. With love always, you will endure. Rest In Peace Sweet Baby Kitty- Rest In Peace- You deserve it.
The Sweet Baby Back story goes like this. In late August 2000, my mother's then beloved cat Bugger was very ill, she had him since he was a kitten, and he loved her best. He was gorgeous, black himalayan with fluffy bloomer legs. He had a fiery personality and the one who saw the most of his sweetness was mom. When he passed she was sick about it. Was sure that she never wanted a cat again, at least not for a long time.
A few days after losing Bugger, it was like no time at all. This beautiful, Maine coon cat started wandering around her yard while she was outside working in the garden. And she just meowed and meowed and meowed. And I remember seeing her outside, meowing at my mom, and mom was like, NO WAY, she's not gonna break me. The next time I went to visit Mom- few days, maybe a week later. Sweet baby was sitting inside the door to my mom's house- in the kitchen, looking like a very happy cat. My mom could not deny it, sweet baby won her over- and so they made a life together. Would you believe that after Sweet Baby had meowed her way into my mom's house and heart- She NEVER MEOWED AGAIN...Sweet baby was awesome. So gentle, and sweet. You should have seen how she was with my brother Leigh when he would come to town to visit, they were just in love with each other. It was sickeningly beautiful to watch. Sweet Baby has such a wonderful personality and disposition, we all could not help to love her.
So, around Easter she sounded wheezy, congested. My mother had done rounds with antibiotics on and off for quite some time, as sweet baby would have really thick mucous. I think we thought that this was part of that, however, it was different. And, since Easter my mom was back and forth to the vet with sweet baby, trying to get some idea what was wrong with her- they checked her chest, lungs, found nothing. The breathing just kept getting worse. On the surface Sweet Baby was herself- otherwise, she just wasn't breathing right, it just seemed that somehow she was managing it. Touch and go for weeks...
Finally, after Sweet Baby had gone through a bout with not eating, and mom had given her broth, and was driving herself up the wall from lack of sleep and worry, as sweet baby got worse late at night, and it kept mom on edge.
Mom realized it was in her throat, sure that something was stuck in there
maybe dry cat food, something in her nasal cavity...there was hope for a minute that they could find it and remove it. My mother had to have her put under for the scope, and they lost sweet baby for a minute when that happened. What they found was a heart break. There was a growth blocking her windpipe, going into her throat. It was terrible. We couldn't understand- ANY OF US, how a wonderful cat who brought nothing but JOY would have to experience something like this. My mom could not do anything- that was Monday- she had to process.
On Tuesday evening- I spoke with my mom, and she told me that she was going in Wednesday morning for the second opinion, and that she was not sure how or what was going to happen.
I asked if I could come see her for a while. She said I could as long as I didn't take her down the tubes. So, the evening with Sweet Baby was nice, I spent alot of time petting her, kissing her, cuddling her as much as I could, listening to her labored breathing- wishing she would sound better- she never did. I memorized her big white paws, kissed them, kissed her head, ran my fingers through the long white fur on her stomach, and just soaked her in. She played with her cat toys, still alert, as sharp as always . I watched her go back and forth to the food, about 5 or 6 times while I was there. Dry food, wet food, water. Hey, she even ate a spider. And, I just loved her, and I tried to soak in as much of her as possible, so that I would always remember. Because, I knew, as much as I didn't want to believe, I was saying goodbye- not just for me, but for Leigh, and Lance and Angel. I did not cry. I wanted to, but, I didn't, I didn't for Mom. I could not take us down that road, not yet, as nothing had been decided. And we went back and forth- the whole time I was there, that this did not seem like a cat in bad shape, not a dying cat. These shouldn't even be our thoughts.
I finally left, my stomach was hurting so badly by the time I left there was no option, and I went home and slept. When I awoke Wed to get ready for work, I just had this bad feeling, this sadness, and loss. I started crying then, and got it together, and cried more at my desk when I got to work, and more around 10:00 because that's when I knew she was at the vet, and intermittently throughout the day. I just knew that she was gone...
I cried as if I had already heard the news. And, when my heartbroken mom finally told me at 7:15 that night, we cried more. And since Wed. I have cried so many times over that Beautiful cat, and what a loss this is. And, how terrible I feel for my mom having to go through all that. I always wished Sweet Baby would live forever- and, in a way, she will. Hopefully through this, I can make her stay alive in a way, and remember her for the comfort and love she provided- her gentle, sweet, beautiful way. And we will all know, that there was never another cat like her. May she be blessed, serene and at peace. With love always, you will endure. Rest In Peace Sweet Baby Kitty- Rest In Peace- You deserve it.
Please note: The Kitty above is not sweet baby, however, very similar, as I do not yet have a digital image of sweet baby, this, is pretty close.
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