Oh no! Your sweet little kitty has gone from you much too soon. I am sorrier than I can ever say. If I could give her back to you, I would.
They always break our hearts, don't they? But they pay for it in advance millions of times over.
This is my first Christmas without my cherished kitty, Silver Charmer. I hate it here without him. He loves(ed) me like no other ever has. During his last week of life he rested his dear face against mine as if he were getting as close as he could to say, "Farewell for now; my time with you is so short."
When I read your tragic post, a tribute to your joy of a kitty came to mind when I read that you are considering another little one to give your loving home to.
“Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, giving their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I’d ask…
To a poor and lonely Stray, I’d give my happy home. My bowl and cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
The lap, which I have loved so much, the tender loving touch.
The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which called my name.
I’d will to the sad, scared Shelter dog or cat, the place I had in my human’s loving heart of which there seemed no bounds.
So, when I die, please do not say “I will never have another pet, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand”.
Instead, go find an unloved dog or cat. One who’s life has held no joy or hope,and give MY place to HIM.
This is the only thing that I can give…the Love I left behind.
THIS is my inheritance! My last Will & Testament.”
Whenever the timetable of your heart says, "this be right," I hope that your new (and grateful) kitty will offer you a measure of comfort to know that Esme is very proud of you. She knows that you will always, ALWAYS love her, time without end.
Oh, I'm so sorry about Esme! She sounded so special. I can't bear the thought of ever being without some four legged critter in the house. Hope you find a sweetheart very soon. Sending caring thoughts your way.
Being right half the time beats being half-right all the time. Malcolm Forbes
Awww I'm so sorry dghunter. RIP Esme (love the name). Our boy Max used to always be waiting for us by the sliding door when we came home every night and it was at least five months later that I thought I could bear to see a face waiting a the window. RIP Esme, huggles dghunter
where am I, what day is it, am I still having a good time?