Pitter Patter has passed away. I can hardly type it, it hurts so much to say she is not here. This photo is of Pitter at around 6 years of age. It is one of the best photos I have ever taken. It really shows her and how very beautiful, regal and alive she was. She fought the good fight. She had a few mini strokes that diminished her capacity to get around. The last one unfortunately left her unable to stand on her front legs. Her personality was still there in full force and that made it difficult to help her into the heavenly realms. She still talked to us, ate and drank. She still watched what was going on around her but was not able to go explore.
Pitter did not want to leave me. We were together for almost 19 years and I think she knew how much I depended on her to be there to help me through the good and bad times. I spent almost half my life with Pitter and she was there when the worst events of my life occurred. She would greet me at the door when I got home from work.. She would tell me when she needed food, water, or a little extra attention. She would tuck me into bed curling up next to me for 10 minutes while I prayed and settled in for the night. Then she would be off to do her nocturnal thing. In the morning she always could sense when my eyes opened and she would meow her good morning.
The last few years the Pitter had gotten to where she said "Now", "I Love You", "Mama", and "Hello". I wish we had taped all of them but most times as soon as you popped your head into the hallway and she saw you she would stop, figuring you got the hint and were coming to take care of her.
There is so much more I want to say about this fantastic cat but my heart hurts too much this morning to get it out. I have cried a bucket of tears and just when I think there could be no more to cry, here come more. My heart feels broken but of course it is not. Pitter will always be part of me and she will always be in my heart, right now that part of my heart cannot take the physical separation so it feels like it is broken. Right now I can see her in my minds eye in the firebird next to me, her face is up to the vent, which is pumping out cold air and her hair is blowing back, her blue eyes are alive and full of mischief.
God please have my best friend waiting for me when I get to heaven. For how could it possibly be heaven if my guardian angel from earth were not there to greet me.
