Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge

I'm writing this on the heels of the worst week of my life.  On Monday, I lost the one thing that meant the world to me.  My little London girl was put to rest.  I know, those who do not have pets may say it's just a cat (side note-NEVER say that to a person who is sitting at work in tears because they just had to put a pet down the day before) but pets aren't seen to their owners as pets, they become family. 

I would go through anything to have been able to keep her on earth with me.  She was a fighter, sick from the time I found her, and she fought until the end.  To those who knew her, she was a "special" kitty.  She really only liked me, she spit out her food all over my floor, her eyes were crossed and the one on the left was constantly tearing, really no neck and she just had a unique aura and quirky qualities to her.  I didn't care, the two of us had a very strange understanding of each other, a  I loved every piece of her.  With me, she was the sweetest little cat.  She had a black face, huge green eyes and brown patches over her eyes that looked like eyebrows.  Whenever I would come home, she would run to the door making these noises, these little half meows, like she was yelling at me for not being at home with her.  She would scream at me in the mornings to feed her, every time I sat down on the couch or on my bed, she would jump up and sit with me and everyday when I got out of the shower, as soon as I would turn the water off, she would put her little paws up on the tub like she wanted to jump in with me.  These are the things I miss the most.  She was my one constant when I was going through tough years of my life.

Not having her has left me feeling completely empty and numb. There is a huge void in my life that cannot be filled and I could never replace her.  I still think, every time I walk in the door or wake up in the morning that she will be here.  These past three days have been a complete emotional roller coaster, and the only remedy would be to have her back.  I know it will get better, it is a process.  The best thing that I can do is share my story about what a special place our four legged babies have in our hearts.  There are never any words that can take away the pain, I just hope and pray that I gave her the best life, and that I will see her again.  I know she is up in heaven, at the rainbow bridge, reunited with her brother, and I hope when I see her again it will seem to her that no time has past since we have been together. I picked up her remains today, and it does give me comfort that I have her back with me. 

To my friends and to anyone that has felt this unimaginable pain, I hope me sharing my story of my baby girl can give you some comfort that you are not alone.  To my little London girl, I miss you terribly and I am so incredibly blessed to have had you in my life.  I will forever love you and you always have a place in my heart that will only be held by you. Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge my sweet little Loey, I will miss you and love you.

**I want to give a special thank you to Dr. Kelly Gough at the Village Vet in Webster for her seven years of care she gave my sweet girl.  You were always so wonderful to London.  I also want to thank Pets at Peace memorial and cremation service at Harris Funeral Home.  Your compassion and respect toward all is remarkable. And to my Dad, thank you for everything on Monday, you are my rock.