My little cat and her sweet spirit
I believe my knew she was going to die, and I too knew something was going to happen to her. She was an outside cat that only wanted to come in when the weather was cold and she would stay cuddled up in my bedroom all winter.
She found me about nine years ago on a warm spring day. I named her Little Sweetie and she became for me a gentle and loving soul that seemed to have nine lives. Every morning she would come on the porch where I was sitting and then leave the very second i would go back inside. I loved her so much and the bond was so strong,I thought she would alway be around.
I left for a few hours yesterday and when i came back I could see her lying between two trees in the front yard. This is the same spot she would stare at for hours it seemed when she sit on the porch. I walked over to her and called her name, and i knew that she was dead. I did not know what to do, because it seemed impossible for her to be gone, I had just petted her a few hours earlier. I ask a neighbor if they saw what happened to her and was told that two dogs got her, when she tried to climb the tree.
I had the feeling for a long time that she was in danger, but did not how to handle that. She too was staying on my porch a lot longer and it seemed to me looking back that she wanted me to love her as much as I could in the short time we had left.
I woke crying this morning and I can feel her little spirit when I walk in the front yard or sit on the bench.
I miss her so very much and I wonder if this pain can every go away.