I first found this story a few weeks after Ebony died, when I was searching for bon mots about how other kitty owners dealt with the passing of their companions. Halfway through, I completely lost it. Through blurred vision, I managed to read the rest of it... Sometime later I emerged from the hyperfocus; a couple of hours had past. Oh, I wanted this to be true more than I wanted my next breath. To be with my first kitty, Tommy Black Midnight; to be with Mitzi, who belonged first to my grandfather, my father, and then me; the stalwart Smokey; the hulking panther Fatcat. And finally to be with the beloved Ebony T Kitty, my companion for 20 years; one of my caregivers for 4; the wonderful pather than I would have cheerfully, eagerly given 10 years of my life to extend his 1. Forget the golden harps, this was my idea of heaven, to be surrounded and mobbed by the cats I loved. I must agree with Saint Francis, that heaven without animals would be a poor place indeed. And I want to once again be with that kind and loving and compasionate soul that I was given the great honor of claiming as MY kitty. I miss you Ebony.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 22:48:49 +0000