by Kelly Patkoski
Mouse was a God given gift to me after the passing of my cat Sven. When I was going in to the hospital to say my goodbyes to Sven a man walked out carrying a very honory calico kitty. He looked at me although I was in histerics as though he wanted to say something. Two weeks later the rest was history. When I had calle tocheck on Svens ashes I was told that same man saw how much I loved my friend and offered to holdon to "Kitty" as he called her Until I was ready. He was willing to wait. Although he had asthma and was allergic to cats he had already been searching for 6 months to find the perfect home. To make a very long story short Mouse did not like me at first but after several months of persuasion she finally started to come around. For several years we lived in harmony, she accepting me, me wanting her love and affection. She was however a adult when I adopted her and a calico. I kept Mouse strictly indoors so when she began to loose weight and occastionally vomit I regected the Idea she needed a blood test. I relented and found out God was ready to call Mouse home. She had Feline AIDS. I kept herb alive until she began to show she was suffering. We did epogen shots,tuna flavored anti-biotics and anything else the doctors coouldcome up with. Her last day was a cathardic one, we went for a walk on her leash, she actually napped on my lap,and when she passed I held her paw. Mouse died over a year ago and In still cry as I write this. My other two oddly enough were nedical miracles and for some reason did not succomb to the AIDS virus . But in my heart I know Mouse knew I loved her and did all anybody could have done for her. The mere mention of her name will forever jog memories that I wish for one mere moment I could relive. No one could ever replace her angry squak when she was low on food, she wanted my attention,or the way she would look pissed at me, or when she fell in love with any guy who came to our house. She was more than my furkid, she was my friend and my pain will never cease.