Tears in the Morning
Daddy's little girl..
17 years ago, on a trip to the local grocery store, a kid begged me to take the last kitten out of seven, a stunted, homely little brown female, looking all alone, and afraid in the cardboard box. Looking into her dad's eyes, it was obvious that if the kitty wasn't claimed by the end of this day, she'd probably go into a gunny sack with a rock & be tossed into the river, so she was brought home to the ABM compound. Through the years, we grew very close, even though she once ruined 500 dollars worth of fancy deep sea fishing rods as her claws came in. The mirror image of Saturday Night Live's Mike Meyers bit of "Toonces, the driving cat", "Toonces" became her formal name, though, to me, she was "Daddy's Little Girl." Almost two decades later, as a result of old age, and cancer, she grew weak. Last Monday, the vet supplied a liquid form of valium so there would be a few more days for me to say goodbye. Even though she was in such pain, she purred last night, as she slept with me. I petted & told her what a good little girl she was until the sun came up. This morning, I gave her the last of the valium, & took her to the vet to be sedated. When she was asleep, he administered the final shot. I brought her home, wrapped in black velvet, & buried her under the shade of an old riverside oak tree, in my back yard, where she could be forever remembered. I poured two shots of tequila, one for her, the other for me, but my tears just won't go away.
17 years ago, on a trip to the local grocery store, a kid begged me to take the last kitten out of seven, a stunted, homely little brown female, looking all alone, and afraid in the cardboard box. Looking into her dad's eyes, it was obvious that if the kitty wasn't claimed by the end of this day, she'd probably go into a gunny sack with a rock & be tossed into the river, so she was brought home to the ABM compound. Through the years, we grew very close, even though she once ruined 500 dollars worth of fancy deep sea fishing rods as her claws came in. The mirror image of Saturday Night Live's Mike Meyers bit of "Toonces, the driving cat", "Toonces" became her formal name, though, to me, she was "Daddy's Little Girl." Almost two decades later, as a result of old age, and cancer, she grew weak. Last Monday, the vet supplied a liquid form of valium so there would be a few more days for me to say goodbye. Even though she was in such pain, she purred last night, as she slept with me. I petted & told her what a good little girl she was until the sun came up. This morning, I gave her the last of the valium, & took her to the vet to be sedated. When she was asleep, he administered the final shot. I brought her home, wrapped in black velvet, & buried her under the shade of an old riverside oak tree, in my back yard, where she could be forever remembered. I poured two shots of tequila, one for her, the other for me, but my tears just won't go away.
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