This morning, at approximately 9:24 AM, my cat passed away peacefully.
I remember when my mom and I found her in that grungy motel parking lot all those years ago. We were on our way to a horse show with our dog, Bart (who passed away a few years ago), when we found her. She was so small, I could hardly believe my eyes.
Covered in fleas with her left eye crusted over, my mom picked her up in a blanket and immediately took her to the nearest vet. We didn't think she was going to make it, but miraculously, she did. They gave her a flea bath and cleaned up her eye and sent her on her way with my mom.
I was so relieved when my mom walked through that motel room door with that tiny little kitten in her arms. She was absolutely beautiful! A tortoiseshell cat, she had the classic black, brown, and cream colors. She was skittish at first, but she warmed up to us and Bart rather quickly.
We had to leave her and Bart in the motel room while we went out to get a few things. We kept them in the bathroom because the motel we were at didn't allow pets, and we thought what better place to hide them than the bathroom! It worked out well and the next day we were off.
We had no idea what to name this tiny kitten when we first found ourselves with her. I remember my mom and I throwing names back and forth on our way home, but none of them suited the bundle of fluff. I was sitting in the back of the SUV with her when we passed by some trees whose leaves looked almost like lily pads, and I suggested naming her Lily. My mom liked the name, so we decided that's what we would call her.
She grew up to be a great, not to mention beautiful, cat. Friendly to a fault and always accepting of whatever animals we might have brought home with us. She made sure to let all of them know that she was queen of the castle, though, and wasn't afraid to beat up our other cat, Tede, when he stepped out of line.
She remained relatively healthy, and didn't suffer from any major medical problems until last night. And what a horrible night it was. She curled up next to the shower in the bathroom my brother and I share. I had reached out to pet her back, but as soon as my hand made contact, she screamed in pain. This morning, my mom took her to the vet, only to discover that she was suffering from cancer, so she had her put down.
I'm sad about this, yes, but I know that she's in a better place now. I also know that we gave her the best life we possibly could, and I'm sure she's grateful for it wherever she is now.
1998 - 2011
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