There is one bad thing about having pets that are close to the same age. You seem to loose them all at once.
Lucky for me, there was a couple of years in between. Its so painful when they are gone.
Amy... how can I put all she was into words? She was so much more than a cat. Ask anyone who has ever
gotten to share in the life of a cat and they will tell you... each one is so unique. And Amy was no
exception to that rule. She was such a character. So, sweet. But so full of trouble too. She would keep
you laughing and on your toes too. Cause you never knew how she would react to a situation. That was the
beauty of it all.
When Amy was young, she was very aloof. Aren't they all? But she was surrounded by dogs, so what could you
expect? Gordie took her in as she did with all the animals that came in our house. And as the years went by,
they had a mutual respect for each other. Being around so many dogs, you would think Amy would have a complex.
But to be truthful, I'm not sure Amy even knew she was a cat. She didn't like cats at all. So, I gathered
she must believe she is just one of the dogs.
As you can see by the pictures, she was a beautiful white cat. Persian mix. She had the most beautiful blue eyes. The vets were amazed that she didn't have any trouble with her hearing . Most white cats with blue eyes are deaf. I laughed and told the vet.. "oh, but she does"... it's called selective hearing. She would "pretend" not to hear you until she was ready. That's a fact!
When she was 3 years old, she got out one night. She was so famous for her escape tricks, and I could never
prevent it. She would usually go on top of the house of the apartment we lived in. Run me ragged going from
side to side calling her, looking down over the edge so pitiful, doing her little meow that was supposed to
mean "help me I'm so scared". But I knew it was her game, and she loved to do it. Finally she would come
down on her own, and that was the end of it. She would be content to come back in and go to bed. But one
night she didn't go on the roof, and didn't come back for the longest time. I was frantic, wondering what
had happened. Then finally I heard her at the door. But when I opened it, she drug herself in, meowing all
the time. The kind of meow that tells you "do not touch me.. or else". I finally got a good look at her and
could tell she had been in an accident. I called the vet and he said to bring her in the next morning. There
is nothing they give to cats for pain relief anyway. She would just be up there in a cage waiting for morning.
I told him but she looks so bad. I think she has a broken leg. He said regardless, he would not be doing
anything until the next morning. And she would rest better in familiar surroundings. I agreed with him.
The only thing was the next morning she had gone under the bed. That was not fun to get her out!
When we
got to the vet they did the x-rays and determined that she had indeed been hit and had broken her hip. Plus
she had mutilated her paws. But the good news was they could repair it. I wanted to be sure she could still
be a cat.. climb and all the good things cats do. The vet said the only problem she would have was with two
of the paws, the back ones, they were not going to heal right, and nothing he could do to fix it. But she
could still climb, and jump. The claws on two toes were just not going to work. So I agreed to the surgery.
And she healed beautifully. As she got older the hip started to bother her some in the cold days, but she
never slowed down. She was a lucky girl. The vet said she had alot of stamina to have gotten herself home.
That was a lucky break for her. And for us. I would have been heart broken if she had gone then.
When she would get tired of one of the dogs, she would just walk up to them, sit for a minute looking at them..
then just reach up and slap them. It was as if to say, I've had enough of you guys. Go to your room!! No
one ever questioned her on this either. The always did just that. They went to their place and stayed out
of her way. Now tell me who ruled the roost!!
As the years began to add up for her, she would have some problems getting up and down, but that was rectified
with me putting a chair in front of the table where she liked to sit. It formed a little stair step for her
and she got up and down with no problems most of the time. There was a few times she would miss and fall.
Don't you just love it when a cat does that and then looks around to see if anyone observed that little "trip".
Then she would just clean herself and walk off with her head high. Total dignity there!!
When my husband and I decided to go our separate ways last year, I decided to leave the state. I took the dogs with me and left Amy with him. He loved her dearly and she loved him. So, to keep her from having to deal with the long trip I was going on, I decided to leave her there. A few months after that I was notified that she had gotten out and gone next door to the neighbors and had been run over. She was missing for a couple of days and he finally found her in a field near the house. Of course, I was heart broken. It felt like I didn't get to say good bye, although I think I knew that when I left. I said my farewell then. I didn't expect to ever see her again. That was hard enough to deal with when I left. I think in my heart of hearts I would get to see her again.
I really wish she could have had an easier way of leaving this world. I always wish that. When the time comes, just let them pass in their sleep. Wouldn't that be a nice wish to have come true. She didn't deserve to die in that manner. I'm only hoping that it was fast, and she didn't linger.
This page is a tribute to you Amy for all the years you allowed me to share with you. You must know how very much I miss you. I will love you always. I know you are pain free now and running and chasing the birds. What on earth would you do if you ever caught one? I have to laugh at that one, because I think it would scare you silly. I know you and Gordie will have a lot of fun waiting for us. But remember to watch for us, we will all be together again one day.
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