She was a gift
by Jill Quesenberry
(St. Peter, MN.)
I had to put my kitty Josie down yesterday, May 16. She was 20 years old. I went through re-hab in 1991 and she was my sobriety gift. I met my husband and he wasn't a cat person but she was part of the deal and if he couldn't handle that I told him he would have to hit the road. Later on, in my life, I had been struggling with mental illness and had thoughts of ending my life. I couldn't do it because of Josie. I knew no one would care for her if I was gone. She saved my life!! I also thought I had come to terms with losing her because of her age but, as I sit here, with tears rolling down my face and sobbing, I know I haven't. I didn't think it was going to be this hard either. We buried her in the yard and I do find comfort in knowing she is still "here" and I can still talk to her and visit her everyday. I think about how she used to purr and her warmth when we would sleep together. My heart is breaking and I miss her so very much. I love you dear friend Josie. You will live forever in my heart.