MY LITTLE COOKIE
by Karen Larsen
My cookie was an angel sent for Heaven. She was the epitome of a great cat. She was a very happy cat. I was always there to play with her and keep her warm and happy. She was one to always give me licks, and kisses.
She started to get sick in August. She developed scabs all over her body. The vet said she had never seen anything like it. She did some cell research and nothing significant showed. The vet suggested a biopsy, which would have cost a lot of money. A lot of money I didn't have. I researched funds, however, the funding had run out.
She was doing okay for a while. Then around December she started to loss weight. She was seen by the vet again and tested to anemia and diabetes, but she didn't have that. Unfortunatly, the vet said she had seen something like this in vet school and it didn't look good.
So I took her home and prayed for a miracle. I continued to take good care of her. Love her unconditionally. She took a turn for the worse on January 6th. I knew for some reason this would be her last day with me. She started to cry, which she hadn't done previously. I stayed close to her, cried and kept her close and warm. When I looked into her eyes, telling her how much I loved her she purred and I think she knew what I was saying.
When I tried to sleep that night, in my prayers, I didn't want to let go, I just knew it was her time.
I got up to go to to the bathroom, she hadn't stirred. I knew she died. I gathered her up in a blanket and carried her to the couch and held her tight. Then the tears started and haven't stopped.
She is my angel and I miss her so much.
I kissed her and held her so close. Why did she have to have an awful disease to take her away from me?
I am in the process of having her cremated and going to keep her ashes.
Cookie you will always be in my heart and soul. No other can compare to you. You were eleven. But God took you too soon, maybe I am being selfish, but my heart is so broken, nothing will ever mend it.