My beautiful little girl passed away last night of undiagnosed lung cancer. She lived 9 long, happy years with us, and I loved her more than anything. She fought right up until the end, and she never so much as let on that she was sick. I've never met such a remarkable kitty. Whenever I was sick or sad, she was right there with me with her big, concerned eyes. She slept next to me every night I lived with her, and she loved me more than anyone. She was my best friend, and I cannot put into words how devastating her loss is to me. I love you so much Diana, and I'm so glad you aren't in pain anymore.|
Diana was the most intuitive, curious little cat I've ever known. She was our little princess. She never missed morning routine and her assisticat duties, and she always made sure to take extra care of the sick and sad. If someone was sick, she'd just sit with them round the clock until her person recovered. Whenever I was crying, Diana was right there to purr and nuzzle me back to happiness. Even when she wasn't nearby, she just knew when her human was upset, and she came flying into the room saying "plurp, plurp" and jumping up to assist.
Diana and her sister, Luna, were especially close. Luna loved her sister dearly, and showed it constantly. They were inseparable, often cuddling and bathing one another. Luna loved bathing Diana, and was never deterred when Diana punished her for "over-bathing."
In her life, Diana was a mother cat. She raised two kittens, one of whom she also had to bury. When we brought home a new kitten, she would go bathe him to get the kennel smell off. From the moment she met him, Toulouse was her child. She cared for him every day until he passed on to the Rainbow Bridge.
I remember the day I met her. Back then she was a tiny, one-month old baby hiding under a chair in the rescue. Back then, they called her Georgie, and her foster parents brought her and her three sisters in to meet my mom and I. All the smells startled her, and she ran under the chair while Luna played on the floor with me. I begged my mom to take home both of them, and into the car the four of us went. The girls and I sat in the back seat, and I opened their box. Diana crawled right out and sat on my lap while Luna stared on from the box. It was love at first sniff. From that moment, Diana was my baby, my kitty, and I was her person.
When they were that tiny, she and her sister would crawl up into the bathroom drawers together, and we'd always open the drawer to a meow. Eventually both of the twins became too large for this practice, so Diana took to sitting on my lap while my mother did my hair. Whenever I would take baths, both Diana and Luna would sniff around the tub, and I'll never forget the day poor Diana fell in. Amazingly, I didn't get scratched, but my poor baby was soaked. I had to chase her through the bathroom with a towel so I could dry her off. I used to hold her like a baby and rock her, even after she grew up. She never particularly enjoyed it after she turned four or so, but she always tolerated it for me. And when she was walking around, I'd curl her tail along the crook in it. We always said sissy had stepped on it, and curling it always relaxed Diana.
Even at the end of her life, Diana put her people first. She watched over my mom during a kidney infection, and never told us she was sick. She never stopped eating or drinking, and never groaned over her pain. Her adopted sister, Paris, was gravely ill as well, and though she never cared much for Paris, Diana allowed my mom to coddle Paris in her hour of need. Diana and I had a special bond. I loved her dearly, as she did me. She waited for me to come say goodbye before she'd let herself die. Even the vet said she was a remarkable kitty and most pets would not have survived as long as Diana did in her condition. I saw her on her last day. She stared me deep in the eyes for the last time and said her silent goodbye. I hugged her tight, held her paw, kissed her head and told her how much I loved her as she took her last breath. I love that cat more than life itself. She was my best friend, and I will miss her every day.
Weep not for me, though I am gone
No farewell words were spoken,
My heart still aches with sadness,
But now I know you want me
Since you'll never be forgotten,
Hey little girl,
I've been thinking about you the last few days. I know it's been a while since I've written to you, but for a while, holding your urn and talking to you felt better. Since you are still at Mom's apartment, I came here to talk instead. Facebook dug up some old memories of you on Christmas a few years ago, and instead of being sad, I smiled at the memories. Christmas was always fun with you around to play in the wrapping paper. Today I came across a story of a woman grieving the sudden loss of her beloved fur friend, and it reminded me so much of you. It also worried me about your sissy and about Paris. I'm so scared Luna will leave me when I'm away over the summer that I've considered several times not going. Please look over her when I can't. Losing Luna might break me, what would I do without my twins? Paris is getting right old too. Mom tells me that she barely plays anymore, and has become more fussy in her old age. I worry about her, even though I rarely see her now. It's hard for me to imagine that it's been almost two years. Lots has changed since you left, but my love for you never will. I still love you with all my heart.