Oct 14 2007
A best friend
Fifteen years ago my youngest
brought home
a three week old kitten
left by the dumpster at work
my son named it Rimksy
after a Russian composer
the veterinarian said it’s
kitten milk she needs
for her to grow stronger
I nicknamed her
mighty mite
she burrowed into my heart
as her seven pounds of No Fear
brought home chipmunks and mice
and occasionally birds
she loved her garden and full moon nights
a chocolate Frosty from Wendy’s
and cheese from my snack
She hated thunderstorms
and loved the first snow
falling leaves were her prey
on cold nights she curled up
next to me for warmth
on hot summer days
she languished outside
in the shade of a long afternoon
Three weeks ago I learned
my mighty mite had
a tumor
on her tongue
there was nothing they could do
I held her last Wednesday
as she was put to sleep
Rimksy is at rest
but the memories
she left
will always be
mine to keep.
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I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. My beloved Roxy was put to rest a few years ago and I understand the tremendous loss you are feeling. I hope your memories will comfort you and bring a smile to your face when you most need it.
Thinking of you, Sue
There’s nothing that prepares you for this. Your friend and companion, who was “just a cat” is gone. I grieve with you and for you….and hope that the memories bring you comfort in the days ahead.
So sorry to hear about your loss, but thanks for sharing Mighty Mite’s story. There must be something special about black cats with white paws – Mighty Mite brings back memories of my all time favorite cat, Pete-e, who passed over 20 years ago. Your memories will last….