To my beloved Ornery
I held you the moment you were born. The runt of the litter. I didn't plan on keeping you, I never really cared for calicoes. As your mom nursed you and your litter mates, you always stood out from the other five. When your mom, Sneezy, would try to keep you with the rest of her kittens, you would come running out to the kitchen. She would pick you up by the nap of your neck and take you back and once again, you would come running back to the kitchen to see me. Thus your name Ornery.
You stole my heart, and I changed my mind and decided to keep you and you sister Peachy. We found homes for the other four kittens.
I have had cats my entire life (57 yrs.), but have never had a connection like we had. You were so gentle, never aggressive, always loving. You loved being brushed and I cannot count the hundreds of hours you sat purring on my lap. And oh how you loved to eat!
When my husband was transferred 1000 miles away, for a over 18 months you were always there to help when I was loney. In short, you were my best friend. You were there for me during the best and worst years of my life.
Now, 18 years later you have stopped eating, drinking and using the litter box. I know you are dying. The depth of pain is so very deep. I was there when you were born and I will be there when you pass. I love you my dear beloved Ornery, you gave me so many years of unconditional love and companionship. I still have your sister Peachy, and we will miss you so much and will look forward to the day we meet again on the Rainbow Bridge. RIP and thank you for bring so much joy to my life.