Trixie came into my life in March of 2017. I found Trixie at a rescue shelter that believed in finding homes for their pets no matter what. No one wanted little Trixie- she had come from a very bad situation, terribly unclean conditions in a household with 12 other cats- each cat sharing a Pet carrier with another. When Trixie was finally found, she was under a mattress in a dilapidated house living in a very bad part of the city. She was very sick, and had given birth to a couple litter OF kittens by the time she was 6 months old; the other cat that she shared her pet taxi with was a male cat. After she was finally found, Trixie went through three animal shelters and one foster home before she was adopted by me. When I first read about Trixie, the article stated she was miss trustful of other male cats,men and people in General. Who could blame her? I knew that she had been up for adoption 4 several months by the time I found her. What I saw was a beautiful 8 month old Kitty, who just wanted to be loved. I had already lost a cat by the name of Molly who I had raised for 19 years with my husband. When Molly passed away it was very hard for me to deal with not only because we were so close, but because she had gone through my initial diagnosis and treatment of breast cancer with me. However, something told me to take a chance on Trixie. I went down to meet with her on a Sunday afternoon. She took a liking to me instantly. I was afraid to get my hopes up and I did not know if I was going to be approved for adopting her because of my illness. I played with her; spent some time with her and told her if it was meant to be I'd see her soon. I wanted her desperately but was afraid to get my hopes up. About a week later, I received a call that I had been approved to adopt Trixie. I was elated!!! I made sure to go out and buy her the biggest and best of everything because I knew she deserved it! When I got her home, her very first night with me, she laid down on my chest and fell asleep so soundly as if she finally had some peace; maybe sensing she was going to finally be okay. Over the past few weeks,we figured each other out and became very close. I realized Trixie loved to play! She became very good at playing soccer; Patty Cake, and I taught her how to high five me LOL. I taught her to count. She loved to play ball, she loved to play with her toys. Trixie was very maternal. She had been a mother after all at a very very young age. She used to keep her "babies": 3 stuffed animals that were mice, warm by tucking them underneath her fur before she went to sleep. She would also try and lick each one clean. I sang to Trixie every night. I always told her she was "my everything." Trixie is what kept me going especially through the last few years of treatment. My breast cancer diagnosis is stable thank goodness. With the wonderful news, I was hoping Trixie and I would have many years together. and I had just purchased new toys for her 4th birthday. However, it was not meant to be. Trixie had an embolism (blood clot) that caused a heart attack last Monday. To my shock and horror I didn't even know what was going on. Neither did she. One minute she was playing, looking out the window talking to her bird friends. The next minute I heard a thud! I checked on her; she would not let me touch her. She screamed in pain and panted for about 5 minutes. I was on the phone with our veterinarian who asked me basic questions. I told her there was no time! She told me to get Trixie in as fast as possible. For whatever reason, she would not let me touch her. Her heart finally slowed down and she stopped panting. Enough to where she would let me rub her leg. I tried massaging her heart. I tried CPR. All of a sudden my energetic little girl was almost lifeless. I begged and pleaded with God and Saint Francis to keep my daughter alive. I had a horrible feeling. So I did what I could best to help soothe her and sang to my little girl. I put her in her Pet Taxi gently and took her to the vet. I kept on praying and begged St Francis to let her live. I had hope- maybe she passed out? Maybe she was exhausted from whatever it was that happened and she would be okay? However, our veterinarian pronounced her gone within a few minutes of arriving. I cried like I had never cried before. I didn't want to let go. Her life was cut short. My veterinarian tried to get me to realize that I did everything possible for her and that she had a congenitally weak heart that I didn't know about and neither did she. Most likely, from her horrific first few months on Earth and lack of care. Dr. Betsy told me I gave her everything I could;as much love as I possibly could. No different than when she was alive, I kissed her and hugged her at least 10 times and told her she was my EVERYTHING. I will love Trixie for the rest of my natural life AND Beyond. I had always said to her "I'm staying stable for you so that I can be your Forever Mommy." I never expected for her to pass away before me. Trixie was the sweetest little girl; the most innocent little angel on Earth and my supernova. I will love her from now until the end of time. Thank you Trixie for giving Mommy the few wonderful years we had together. I will NEVER forget you. You are with me every single minute of every day. I love you baby girl. I love you- "Trixie True." Even though you're on the Rainbow Bridge, we'll meet with each other again. In the meantime, look for Molly, she'll be waiting for you and keep you company. She will help you along your journey. Trixie, now that you have a strong heart,I want you to play with the vigor and happiness you so deserve. Eventually, when the time is right, I will take the rest of the journey together with you. Trixie, with all that I have and all that I am, I love you forever, now and always. Your Forever Mommy. MaryJo

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