My Beloved One In a Million Cat
by Sheila Strassburg
Scooter was one of those one in a million cats... so soft to the touch, attentive and beautiful in every way. He was a Burmese mix Tuxedo cat that everybody loved to love.
Scooter came into my life at a time when I desperately needed a healing. I was reeling over the loss of Twin Boys born into the world too soon. They were both still born children. Shocked and devastated, my heart ached, my body ached, my mind raced with guilt. Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong? How could this happen to me? I slowly began to be overcome with sadness.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months I felt myself just slipping away. I had a 12 year old son and a loving husband who I pretended to be OK in front of. I had hoped to shield them from my sadness while trying to figure out how to overcome it. Christmas was approaching and before the big day arrived I received the best gift I had ever been given. My Son, Max and Husband, Chris went Kitten hunting in the middle of a cold dark winter and found this little soft furry bundle of sweet overpowering love!
The very moment he was brought through the door I squealed with excitement and sincerely felt happy for the first time in a very long time. My aching empty arms loved picking that fur baby up every day. We talked together, eat together, walked in the yard together, gardened together, napped together and talked, yes, talked together. He was mine and I was so completely his.
As our relationship grew it was apparent just how important this cat was to the whole family. He was such a good cat. He loved us all and warned us when visitors came to the house but charging the door and growling like a dog.
We would laugh at his nightly jaunts between the kitchen, backroom and cellar.. scooting and racing up and down the stairs running back and forth across the room chasing his shadow and making everyone laugh with delight! He was shy around visitors and only allowed a few to pet him. Everyone that was treated to a pet marveled at how soft his fur was. It was like velvet... so soft, dense, warm and delightful.
Scooter was my friend, my confidant, my reason to get up on the days it was just too hard. He healed my sadness with his young sweet natured meows and his loving looks. His purr was like medicine... infectiously calming and soothing and he made everything, every little problem or tension just melt away.
He was my magic cat! It is hard to actually put into words what he meant to me. First he was a symbol of love - a wonderful gift from the two men that mean the most to me... my Husband and Son. Second he was a miracle in my life ... this little cat brought brought me back to life again, he helped me through 16 years of good and bad.
He helped me see my son graduate from middle school then high school, then off on a two year church mission and then after that to collage then after that to marriage. He once again filled a huge void in my life that only a mother can relate to. My only child was out of my home and before I knew it I became an empty Nester... he really helped in that transition. Then came the death of my Mother and next my Father. Once again that little man would give, give, give, give......that was another hard and sad time that he patiently loved me out of.
He welcomed my sweet grand daughter into our home little by little until they became good friends. She loved snuggling him and he didn't mind the kisses she showered on him when he would stand still long enough to get them. He would gently lead her around the house with her gently holding onto his up turned tail.
He talked. Scooter had a vocal range that would astound me. You could really tell what he was feeling when he verbalized it. I talked to him and he talked to me.
I miss him every day and night. He was a one in a million kind of cat. His temperament was calm and loving. He loved being loved. He was well behaved and a joy. he gave so much to this little family and left a legacy behind that has an honored place in our memories.
Sadly almost 2 years ago we lost him. He began to loose weight and the doctors did not know what was wrong or how to treat him. It was along 5 month battle but in the end I had to face the hardest decision of my life... to end the life that had performed miracles in mine. To stop that one in a million heart from beating. It was inconceivable... how could I do this?
As I Looked in his eyes one last time before the doctor gave him his forever sleep dose... I saw that he was ready. He was ready to say goodbye...... he was tired, he was thin, he was done. I was a mess......... I held him, he purred, I felt his life slip away..... I felt his body go limp...... I felt lost, broken, inconsolable.
And maybe because for me it was also the end and I was scared. The end of all that had held me together for so many years, the end of what gave me that indescribable bit of joy in my daily routine, the end of my 16 year love affair with a velvet soft furry little man named Scooter who for all those years loved me with a love that knew no end. The end of my one in a million cat, my friend, my sweet four legged child, my baby, my love.
He was more than a pet........ more..... much more. I still ache for that furry love. I ache for his voice, for his soft purrs, his needy calls, his kisses and his snuggles. Scooter was like nectar to my soul. He was my solace and dare I say, my child. A beautiful creation of Gods love who I am so thankful was in my life for all those years.