To my darling Mischa.|
You bounced into our lives as a little kitten who lived over the road with neighbours, a lovely tabby and white ball of fun. You made friends so easily with our other cats, and everyone loved you.
One day, we noticed your nipples were "up" and your stomach fur was rippling. You had the serene look of impending motherhood in your young eyes (you were only 11 months old at the time). Then, 12 hours later, you honoured us by choosing Mum's bedroom for your maternity ward (rejecting the carefully prepared kitten box your proper mum had prepared especially for you!)
You looked after your 3 kits so well, anyone would have thought you had been a mother before. You trusted us absolutely around your family, and it was a privilege to help you with them. After we found good homes for them, you decided to come and live with us permanently, repaying us a thousand times over with your love and loyalty.
When mum died, you became (with Kitten) a real friend, always ready with a head butt and nuzzle and for the past year since Kitten died, you have been wonderful, always there for me. Then, a few days ago, you started drinking a lot more and eating a lot less. I took you to the Vet who carried out a blood test - showing your kidney levels were rising. I had to give you one more chance, so I left you at the Vet on a drip (which should have helped). Sadly, the second test showed your kidneys were getting worse. At 18 and a half years old, I knew there was only one more act of kindness I could show you.
I miss you so much, Mischa. I hope you have found Biscuit, Sam, Whisky, Kitten and my parents at Rainbow Bridge.
With acknowledgements to the original author for a beautiful poem, I have re-written "If it should be that I grow weak" from the owners point of view, and added my own verse at the end.
Mischa - when at last you grew weak
You knew I was sad - I understand
We've had so many happy years
I took you to where your need would tend
I do grieve it must be me
Dear Mischa - run free at Rainbow Bridge
Your ever loving mum, Helen.
And yet - you (and possibly Kitten too) still influence my life in amazing ways! Do you remember Denver - the handsome brown tabby next door who was always visiting us? You used to hiss and growl at him to send him away. But do I detect your furry paw in the visit I had from my neighbours in Easter 2014 saying they were having to move and couldn't take him with them? They said they couldn't imagine anyone better to adopt him (they had noticed how much he visited and waited outside my back door, hoping it would open). If I didn't adopt him, he would have to go to the cats home for adoption - he had to be an "only" cat too, and he was already very good friends with me. I had said I wasn't going to get another cat - I didn't think I could have my heart broken again.
Denver went on what can only be described as a "charm offensive" - always visiting, lots of nuzzles, rolling over for a tummy tickle and purring - were you instructing him on the best way to enter my heart? Or were you speaking to me through him - "here is your new friend now I've gone, Mum" Whichever it was Denver came to live with me when they moved in July 2014 - and I have never regretted it for a moment.
Thank you Mischa, for bringing Denver into my life - with the timing and circumstances I'm sure you had a paw in it somewhere!
Your loving mum Helen, and Denver