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4:43pm

I am Blessed by my furbabies....

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Cecil

Cecil and …

Bonnie Ros…

As I sit here and look at my furbabies all sleeping, Cecil and Seville cuddled up as usual. Bonnie Rose next to me actually snoring away. I chuckle at how sweet they look yet am amazed at how blessed I am to have these babies in my life. To think back to the year 2002 when I made my weekly trip to donate food to my local shelter I never dreamed I would walk out that day with adoption papers in hand on Cecil and Seville. As I already had Syman. My dearly loved Siamese. I was just divorced, having a rough time but still made sure I had the funds to make my weekly food donation to the babies at the shelter. I would never volunteer at the rescue/shelter ( my daughter wouldn't let me either) as we all knew I would end up with a house full of pets. As I put down the big bag of food,treats and toys I felt a catch on my leg. I looked down and here these big ocean blue eyes were looking at me. With this itty bitty little cat sitting next to the one that had hung his claw onto my leg. The meow was ever so faint. More like a bird chirp. I thought "OH LAWRD NO!" I knew the manager well and she was next to me. As usual she was always trying to get me to adopt another cat or two. I always wanted more then one. The ex hubby would not let me have more then one.( Needless to say that caused a lot of problems as well). I grew up in a home that was always full of dogs and cats. I so missed all my furbabies.
The manager asked me to fill out an adoption application for this brother and sister team. They had an application from someone else and the rescue wanted them to be together but just didn't feel it would be a good home nor would it go through. Cecil the boy would not let go of my leg. I felt like this was possibly a sign? I thought well, as a backup what could it hurt? The next morning promptly at 7:30 a.m. my phone rang. I was sure it was my college age daughter going to class doing her morning check in. Frankly I forgot about the application for adoption. I hear " When can you pickup Cecil and Seville?" I was dumbfounded for a bit. Then it hit me..oh the kittens! Then it hit me "oh my Lawrd, I never dreamed I was going to bring a brother and sister home to Syman!" So I dress and off I go. The next stop is the vets for a check up. I knew they were cared for at the shelter however I wanted to be sure as Syman was my baby beyond words.I wanted to be sure he was around healthy kittens. He helped me through my divorce and many many surgeries. I have a disease that has played havoc on my body.I couldn't let a thing happen to my precious Syman! We got the okay from our trusty vet. So here we go back to my new apartment as a single woman. I thought oh my... "I am the old cat lady now!" Cecil and Seville truly were a blessing to me and I believe were sent to me. Less then 3 months later. We were all playing with their favourite purple jingle ball and I noticed Syman was breathing very hard. My daughter was over to play with the Syman and the babies as well. We called our vet and took him right away. The vet listened to Syman's heart and had a horrible look on her face. We were close to a large teaching University for Veterinary Medicine, she sent us there immediately. We literally flew. We ran in the Doctors were waiting on us. They took Syman from my arms and said it was not good. I was so puzzled as was my daughter. He was just playing what could be happening? I took off an overshirt and left it with them for him. We went out to the car as they were going to call us with information. Before we could back up the Doctor was at the car window with tears in her eyes. She stated Syman had crashed and they had done rescue on him and had him on life support. We screamed. What in the world was going on??? She said go home and decide what to do. There was no hope. The longest ride ( 8 minutes only) of my life. We had to make the call. We asked they put him to sleep even though they felt he was gone. I just didn't want any chance of him feeling a thing. He was my baby! Only 7 years old! What happened!!! I asked her to hold him and tell him how much we loved him as they gave him the IV. Also to wrap him in my shirt so he could sense his "mummy" was with him if at all possible.They did.They called that afternoon and asked if we wanted to pick Syman up. We had to take him home we felt. When we picked Syman up he was in a little casket, wrapped in my shirt. They handed us a clay model of his pawprint with his name engraved in it. I just wanted to die. We took Syman back to the home he grew up in.We buried him just outside the window he loved to sit in. There is a butterfly bush that he loved to watch the hummingbirds and butterflys. Syman has a name plaque. We put roses on his grave. Oh do we miss and still love him. We found out he being a high bred Siamese had a heart murmur through some questionable breeding. We had the breeder stopped. A shameand a sin that she was doing that. Cecil and Seville must have known what I was facing as Cecil was determined to come home with me that day. So as I sit and look at all my babies here, all now from rescue centres or shelters and realize yes... I am truly blessed. I miss Syman, I miss all the babies I have had and always will. I still cry for Syman and the others. However my home is full of rescues,full of love, full of animals scampering,toys,chasing,squeaking toys,the occasional hiss. When a doorbell rings on television a bark. Wake up's occasionally at 6:00 a.m. on weekends with a big wet kiss on the face due to Bonnie Rose says its potty time. I smile.. get up and think..."YES I AM BLESSED BY MY FURBABIES" Just my thoughts for today..