My Beloved Cat Bridget
Bridget came into my life at the beginning of her life. I was the foster for her pregnant mom Rosie. Rosie had a URI and poor Bridget caught it within a few days of her birth and had to be hand raised. Eventually I adopted Bridget, her mom Rosie and her brother Puddy.
Bridget grew into a large, beautiful cat despite her beginnings. She was not a lap sitter but she always would gravitate to wherever I was. She seemed content just to be nearby. She loved to rub my exposed feet with her face. Her favorite game was chasing the little red plastic rings from milk jug caps. I would roll one on the floor and she would be off to the races. She also enjoyed spring, summer and fall evenings sitting outside in the backyard. Nice and quiet and peaceful.
I came home from work about a month ago to find her lying near death on my bedroom floor. She managed a couple of raspy meows. I rushed her to the ER but she died on the way. They could find nothing obviously wrong with her. Heart attack, stroke, seizure? I'll never know what happened. She would have been 5 in September. She was my favorite of all my cats, probably because of the care she needed at the beginning of her life.
The grief has been the most overwhelming of my life. I have 6 other cats but I feel her absence every day. It is the first thing I think of every morning and I think about her often during the day. I find myself hoping and praying that animals do go on. That they do have an eternal spirit and that I might see her again.