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So, I wrote this to relieve the grief and sadness from his loss. It helped a little, but I am afraid time is the Only thing that will make it easier. Please love your pets with all your heart because sooner than you might imagine they will be moving on.  I had a dream early this morning that my cat, Oreo had returned. This time he jumped all the way over the pup, Gurlfriend, who sleeps next to the edge of the bed. He fell against me and started purring like he always did, just before the alarm went off. It was around 4:00 AM. Oreo came into our lives when my daughter brought him home in a hatbox. She smuggled him in knowing we were not supposed to have animals where we lived. I saw this helpless fuzzbal loaded with fleas, had to be bottle-fed, and he took my breath away. Oreo was one who would have never made it, the runt of the litter. My daughter and I learned to love all over again in a world of drizzle, and dreary day to day existance and Oreo loved us back. He was so skinny, so fragile, so hungry! He would climb up your leg so you would hold him on your heart where he would fall fast asleep. To the day he walked out of the yard Oreo still loved to be held. He would lie in your arms and look up into your eyes as if to say, "thank-you for loving me". He was shot by the new neighbor 6 months after we moved to California. Supposedly the guy was protecting his un-spayed cats from predatory males. That time Oreo had been missing 3 days. He appeared with a hole clean through his eye and out along his spine meowing in the room the dog-door goes to. Poor guy. We nursed him back to health spending hours a day with him, holding him, singing to him and cleaning his wounds. He never did regain his equalibrium. Always needed to be lifted to eat on top of the dryer. But he was getting more brave. He began going outside the fence more and more. He even played tough-guy with our pups, who, didn't take him very seriously, but played along with him. He played this "I have been shot, don't mess with me" act, and well, it was entertaining to say the least. When you have seen a little cat give a 35 pound dog a huge hug you know something is too sweet to believe This cat showed more love than even we could imagine possible In his last few weeks around here he seemed haunted in a way...like something was calling him...out behind the house. He would run in the office and jump on the desk to the windowsill where he would watch the front yard. We will probably never know what it was calling him, but whatever it was kept him. I thought I was over him but when I went out in the back yard today, again, the tears rolled down my cheeks...like a little kid. I had to sit down and regain my senses. I know there is nothing I can do about this, it is far too soon to replace the cat, and it will simply have to be let go. But for the time being I lit a stick of incense and said a special prayer for Oreo, my favorite cat of all time, today, because I miss him dearly. God Bless You Oreo for helping us learn to love again. Author, Susan R Allen |