This afternoon, October 28, 2005, my daughter and I helped our sweet Mali cross the bridge. The clinic made a huge effort to make things as peaceful for her as possible. They have been her vet for over fifteen years, since she was an orphan baby kitten only four weeks old.
I am so proud of my daughter (age 18) for being there for her cat. Mali and Kaele have been inseperable since Kaele was 3 and Mali was only 4 weeks old. She really wanted to be there for her girl at the end and Mali was exceedingly pleased to see her best friend today. Kaele held her while the vet gave her the shot. It was so quick Mali did not even have time to close her beautiful blue eyes. I crouched down so I was looking her right in her eyes while she went, petting her and telling her we loved her and would miss her and see her soon.
She has always been the sweetest natured girl in the world. As a younger cat, when we still lived in town, she was the self appointed neighborhood greeter. We were the second house from the corner, and Mali would meet passersby on the sidewalk in front of our house and stroll with them to the corner, rolling over for petting as she said goodbye. She even enjoyed hanging with the neighbor cats, unlike the territorial cats I have always known!
Mali was also the most comfortable of cats. Most cats I have known are extremely apprehensive in strange surroundings. Mali always took a few minutes to check the scene out, then started in with her loud, raspy purr.Being a "meezer" she was always vocal. When you talked to her, she talked back, and always greeted visitors with a vocal salutation. Last summer, I had occasion to take her to work with me for [CENSORED] Movie Night. She had been to the vet for blood work and it was too far to take her home afterwards. After a few minutes of apprehension, and making sure Mom was around, she spent the hours from 6-10 pm walking from teenager to teenager, purring and getting petted.
When we moved last summer, she knew what was up. She had moved numerous times before and was not terribly happy. Once we arrived at the new house, she left her carrier, jumped up and sniffed the familiar couch, then started to purr in the way only Mali could purr--loud, raspy, and ending with an inhalation of breath that sounded all the world like she was being strangled. Her stuff was there, her people were there. All was right with the world.
Rest in peace, sweet girl, until we meet again.
Linette and the (sad) gang in Montana
ps--I am uncertain how to post pictures in this forum. If someone would tell me how I could post a picture of our girl.
Here is a link to her webshots album, only a few shots I took about a month ago.
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