My Beloved Stubby
by Ross Stannard
(Yakima, WA, USA)
Soaking up the sun
"My Beloved One in a Million Cat" was the best tribute that I have come across searching the internet, since I lost my 14.5 year old Stubby on Dec. 16, 2012.
Stubby was my one in a million cat. She had tortise colored fur and was part Manx. At the time that I picked her out as a kitten, I had overlooked her for a more striking looking tabby male with a long tail. My fiance at the time focused on Stubby, and it did not take long to convince me that they could keep each other company while I was at work.
My male tabby, that I named Tiger, did not work out for us as down the road when we were looking to have our first baby. We had to give him up, as we could not trust how he would be with our baby. As my wife puts it, this was the time that Stubby blossomed into her very sweet and loving self. Stubby's kiss to me was to rub her cheek when I would put my nose close to her head. As she rubbed my nose, her purr would amplify.
After moving to our new home, we found that we needed to make a place in our garage for Stubby to reduce her cat dander in the house because of my son's allergy. This seemed to be a good solution, and the best part was when I brought her into the house after my son had been put to bed, she became my lap kitty. I have never known such pleasure as my purring Stubby sleeping on my lap.
My mom passed away in Oct. 2011. Without a question, it was my biggest personal loss that I have ever experienced. My Stubby comforted me each and every night after that, and I definitely knew that my bond with her was irreplaceable. I did have thoughts about how hard it would be to one day having to let Stubby go.
To my extreme sorrow, that day came much sooner than I was hoping for. My wife was heading out to the store, and backed over Stubby when leaving the garage. She came and got me, and I just wailed when I saw my beloved Stubby laying on her side.
My heart aches every day thinking of her, and my mind remembers all the love and comfort that we reciprocated.
I know that I am in the middle of all stages of grieving. The only one that I believe I am through is denial. I would still like to know why or what happened this particular day, but then that really doesn't get me my Stubby back.
Lastly I would like to say how thankful I am to have had her in my life for 14.5 years. As hard as it was and is to let her go, her unconditional love is one of my greatest treasures.
I say a prayer for her every night, and although I hope that it will be many years before I join her, I do look forward to one day reuniting with her.