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Do you remember this day little Nikita?
This was the day I brought you home from Animal Control.
Your mom had died, you were left alone in the house and none of the rest of the family wanted you. You were surrendered to be put to sleep. After all, who wants an "old lady cat"? |
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adopted out, I was so happy, we celebrated that night by eating out.
You had been with me for a while and although allergic, I had come to love
you and your silly habits. You only liked running water, you had to
eat on the sink and you insisted on sleeping on my face if I forgot to
close the door.
But your new mom returned you because she sensed something was wrong. I have to wonder if you did too? Did you want to return to the last home you had known - did you think I could bring you back to your mom? Why did you pick me? I watched helplessly as you began to thin, stopped grooming your wonderful hair and had to be convinced to eat, to drink and to purr. We ran test after test until you feared being picked up lest you be poked with a needle. The vet said you were deaf, going blind and your system was slowly shutting down. |
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This is how I will remember you
best, Niki old girl. Beautiful and contently waiting, those intense
blue eyes searching each person's soul for a soulmate.
I am truly sorry that I knew you for only such a short time, I had accepted the fact that you would live out your life with me, allergies and all, but you never said it would be so short. Nikita was probably very, very old the vet said. Niki was very happy and spoiled my friends said. Nikita doesn't hurt anymore, isn't sad anymore, my wise peers said. So why am I so sad? I miss you crazy cat. |