Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
RIP Jasmine
I was with Jasmine tonight when she left us, but I still can't believe she's gone.
I met her when I was either 20 or 21. I can't remember for sure. I was having my Fiat fixed, for the hundreth time or so. There were a bunch of kittens in this guy's garage and one of them caught my eye. They were definitely too young to leave their mother, but I knew they didn't have a chance there. So I took her.
My parents weren't excited about the prospect of another pet. They didn't have a cat, but had a dog.
There were a couple years with me away, and they kept feeding her. I probably should have felt bad. But my dad actually took a liking to her. She would climb up onto his chest while they watched television and I think he sort of liked it when she kneaded his chest with her claws.
She would always come to me when I called out to her in the woods, when I came home from school after that. I was even there when she had her babies. Although my mother swears she helped birth them all.
After I met Mark and settled down some, I wanted to bring her to our home. I introduced Mark formally. We'll never forget the way she brought a mouse to him and ripped it apart to show him her resume. It was incredible.
We brought her to our home. It was a big farm home in Pa. at that time, and she seemed to like it. She hung out in the basement alot so I'm sure a lot of creatures died.
Then, we brought her back to Philly with us. When she became and indoor cat, we finally saw the best of her. She would play with us and wait for us like a dog. It was incredible for this outdoor cat.
When we bought our condo in Philly, she loved hanging out on the deck with us. She would stretch out and bask in the sun. Then, without warning, head back inside to the cool. She started to become more and more like a dog, waiting for dinner so she could jump up on a chair and join us at the table.
At night, she would snuggle into one of our nooks, begging us to pet her.
Finally, on Manhattan's Upper East Side, she would take her place on the leather bachelor chair, finally making use of an otherwise useless piece of furniture. I could pull myself close to her and pet her there. She liked that.
In our new place, in Harlem, she loved to lay on the hardwood or curl into the furry house we bought. But she was always out for a piece of shrimp or steak for dinner.
I held her tonight and pet her as the liquid went in. It only took a second and she was gone. Her eyes went black. I don't know how I shall live without her.
tina
I met her when I was either 20 or 21. I can't remember for sure. I was having my Fiat fixed, for the hundreth time or so. There were a bunch of kittens in this guy's garage and one of them caught my eye. They were definitely too young to leave their mother, but I knew they didn't have a chance there. So I took her.
My parents weren't excited about the prospect of another pet. They didn't have a cat, but had a dog.
There were a couple years with me away, and they kept feeding her. I probably should have felt bad. But my dad actually took a liking to her. She would climb up onto his chest while they watched television and I think he sort of liked it when she kneaded his chest with her claws.
She would always come to me when I called out to her in the woods, when I came home from school after that. I was even there when she had her babies. Although my mother swears she helped birth them all.
After I met Mark and settled down some, I wanted to bring her to our home. I introduced Mark formally. We'll never forget the way she brought a mouse to him and ripped it apart to show him her resume. It was incredible.
We brought her to our home. It was a big farm home in Pa. at that time, and she seemed to like it. She hung out in the basement alot so I'm sure a lot of creatures died.
Then, we brought her back to Philly with us. When she became and indoor cat, we finally saw the best of her. She would play with us and wait for us like a dog. It was incredible for this outdoor cat.
When we bought our condo in Philly, she loved hanging out on the deck with us. She would stretch out and bask in the sun. Then, without warning, head back inside to the cool. She started to become more and more like a dog, waiting for dinner so she could jump up on a chair and join us at the table.
At night, she would snuggle into one of our nooks, begging us to pet her.
Finally, on Manhattan's Upper East Side, she would take her place on the leather bachelor chair, finally making use of an otherwise useless piece of furniture. I could pull myself close to her and pet her there. She liked that.
In our new place, in Harlem, she loved to lay on the hardwood or curl into the furry house we bought. But she was always out for a piece of shrimp or steak for dinner.
I held her tonight and pet her as the liquid went in. It only took a second and she was gone. Her eyes went black. I don't know how I shall live without her.
tina
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