TwinkleStar
June 22nd, 2009, 05:19 PM
Hello everyone. For the obvious reasons, I'm both sad and happy to find this site.
My tiny Twinkle cat died on Friday of kidney failure. The vets thought she would not survive more than a month or so when they asked if I would consider taking her home. One look at her incredible face and, of course, I agreed.
That was four years ago.
All 3-1/2 pounds of her fought like a full-grown lioness to enjoy her life to the fullest. There is no question that Twink gave me much more than I could ever have given her. The grief of her loss is utterly overwhelming in a way I have not experienced with any pet who has gone before.
Twink came to me--willingly--every day to get her medication. She spent every minute she could at my side. As she settled to sleep next to my pillow, a little paw would reach out to pull my hand against her warm body--and hold it there until we both went to sleep.
Oh, how I miss everything about her.
I held her and told her how much I loved her as the vet humanely sent Twink on her new journey. There were no miracles left in her aging body. In my sorrow, I made one mistake: I did not ask for a private cremation so that her ashes could be returned to me. It is my one great regret. Twinkle, I'm so sorry. You, of all cats, deserved that final dignity and respect.
Still, you are free of the bonds of disease: no more sickly days, no more infections, no more needles. Your free spirit is now truly free.
Your furry pals, Harry and Bibs, have been looking for you. Watch over them, will you? And if you wouldn't mind, please watch over me as well.
Thank you, Sweetheart. Mama loves you. :cry:
My tiny Twinkle cat died on Friday of kidney failure. The vets thought she would not survive more than a month or so when they asked if I would consider taking her home. One look at her incredible face and, of course, I agreed.
That was four years ago.
All 3-1/2 pounds of her fought like a full-grown lioness to enjoy her life to the fullest. There is no question that Twink gave me much more than I could ever have given her. The grief of her loss is utterly overwhelming in a way I have not experienced with any pet who has gone before.
Twink came to me--willingly--every day to get her medication. She spent every minute she could at my side. As she settled to sleep next to my pillow, a little paw would reach out to pull my hand against her warm body--and hold it there until we both went to sleep.
Oh, how I miss everything about her.
I held her and told her how much I loved her as the vet humanely sent Twink on her new journey. There were no miracles left in her aging body. In my sorrow, I made one mistake: I did not ask for a private cremation so that her ashes could be returned to me. It is my one great regret. Twinkle, I'm so sorry. You, of all cats, deserved that final dignity and respect.
Still, you are free of the bonds of disease: no more sickly days, no more infections, no more needles. Your free spirit is now truly free.
Your furry pals, Harry and Bibs, have been looking for you. Watch over them, will you? And if you wouldn't mind, please watch over me as well.
Thank you, Sweetheart. Mama loves you. :cry:
