Goodbye Kiki

Mid day, April 8th 1990, I stood outside of my farm house in Texas and watched with wide eyes as my cat Kiki was born.  She was the first kitten born, and I was amazed.  I was 9 years old.  Today, December 6, 2010, She passed away in my arms.  I was there when she took her first breath and squealed with life, and I was there when her last breath left her.  20 years of my life I have loved this cat, and she has been my best friend.  I was so young when she was born, that it has seemed like she has always been around.  I cannot describe the dread that I felt sitting in that vet office with my old sick cat, who couldn't hardly walk, talk, or eat anymore.  I cannot describe the absolute horror and anguish I felt as I supported her little chin, and her body slackened.  When the doctor moved her to the little silver exam table, and she was limp, I could only stroke her and sob and tell her how much I had loved her and thank her so earnestly for all the love she had given me.  20 years of love is a lot for a cat.  Dearly departed one, I will miss you.



For the past 20 years, whenever I would cry, she would leap into my lap and purr and nuzzle me.  She would lick my hand and knock her head into my face until I felt better.  I wish so badly that our pets could stay with us, because now I can only cry alone and pray and know she is in a good place where her spirit can eternally be.  In time, my tears will stop, but I will never forget her.  Never.