Uplifting posts to end the year…
The first week in November, we were told our beloved cat, Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chiquita Banana has a tumor in her tummy. She’s 18, the equivalent, the vet told us, of 90 in human years and he and the other vet in the practice advised against surgery. They told us as long as she was happy and functioning, she could live a few more months. A few months for us to love her and her to love us.
Now, before you think, “Sheesh, Susan, these are supposed to be uplifting posts. Now, you’re telling us about your cat dying?” stick with me. LOL
We got Sophia after my niece found her abandoned in the woods. She was, maybe, a week old. I had just lost an older cat and though I didn’t want to replace him – I was still grieving - no cat mom in the world could have resisted this scraggly, dirty, flea-ridden baby who needed a mom. And she appreciated that. I think she knew we saved her and to thank us she kept every squirrel, mole, chipmunk and critter out of our backyard and the backyards of the entire neighborhood.
I always called her my little warrior and she would purr. Of course, that didn’t mean I liked the gifts of live chipmunks she chased into the kitchen. But I got the drift. She was doing what she knew how to do. That was her gift to me. Her place in life.
She’s happy now. Because the tumor precludes her system from absorbing all the nutrients from her food, we were told to feed her anytime she wants to eat. So, every two hours she gives us a nudge, we open a can and she gobbles. She purrs like it’s her job. Watches us play Yahtzee. Sits on my lap and stares into my eyes as if God hit perfection when he created me. And though we all know THAT’S not true, it doesn’t hurt to get a little admiration every once in a while. Even if it is from a cat. LOL
Over the years, Sophia has taught me a lot of lessons about life. First, BE who you are. We would have preferred a nice, quiet
housecat. Sophie was a warrior. We came to not just appreciate that, but to brag about it. LOL
Second, LOVE who you are. Every time Sophie brought a chipmunk or dead mole onto the porch, she was proud. (At first, I
screamed, but eventually, when our neighborhood had no rodents we learned to praise her.)
Third, even when times are tough, PURR. If you’re being who you are and loving who you are…you deserve to purr.
And, btw, living the way she did, as a warrior princess when we wanted her to be a house cat, Sophie also has no regrets.
Another little something to ponder before we enter a new year.
Now, before you think, “Sheesh, Susan, these are supposed to be uplifting posts. Now, you’re telling us about your cat dying?” stick with me. LOL
We got Sophia after my niece found her abandoned in the woods. She was, maybe, a week old. I had just lost an older cat and though I didn’t want to replace him – I was still grieving - no cat mom in the world could have resisted this scraggly, dirty, flea-ridden baby who needed a mom. And she appreciated that. I think she knew we saved her and to thank us she kept every squirrel, mole, chipmunk and critter out of our backyard and the backyards of the entire neighborhood.
I always called her my little warrior and she would purr. Of course, that didn’t mean I liked the gifts of live chipmunks she chased into the kitchen. But I got the drift. She was doing what she knew how to do. That was her gift to me. Her place in life.
She’s happy now. Because the tumor precludes her system from absorbing all the nutrients from her food, we were told to feed her anytime she wants to eat. So, every two hours she gives us a nudge, we open a can and she gobbles. She purrs like it’s her job. Watches us play Yahtzee. Sits on my lap and stares into my eyes as if God hit perfection when he created me. And though we all know THAT’S not true, it doesn’t hurt to get a little admiration every once in a while. Even if it is from a cat. LOL
Over the years, Sophia has taught me a lot of lessons about life. First, BE who you are. We would have preferred a nice, quiet
housecat. Sophie was a warrior. We came to not just appreciate that, but to brag about it. LOL
Second, LOVE who you are. Every time Sophie brought a chipmunk or dead mole onto the porch, she was proud. (At first, I
screamed, but eventually, when our neighborhood had no rodents we learned to praise her.)
Third, even when times are tough, PURR. If you’re being who you are and loving who you are…you deserve to purr.
And, btw, living the way she did, as a warrior princess when we wanted her to be a house cat, Sophie also has no regrets.
Another little something to ponder before we enter a new year.
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