For Our Little Angel

Deacon Kevin — Sat, 12 May 2007 19:19:31 GMT

In Loving Memory Our precious Bobbi was such a sweet and loving angel! Not much for strangers but to Sarah and I she was a beautiful, loving and sweet part of our world. Always faithful and hardly ever satisfied with being alone. If Sarah and I were in separate rooms, she would always be sure to be with one of us. If Sarah and I were in a room together she was sure to be there with us, bringing joy and love! When Sarah or I would be home alone, our wonderful Bobbi would hang out with us and play with us. Coming up and gazing at us with those beautiful green eyes full of wonder and expectation and we always knew what she was saying with just a look. ‘Please take me outside or please feed me fresh nummies (what we called food for her) or just love me, I love you!’ All of these things she did, she would do for both Sarah and myself. This is just my perspective! Every day was a comforting routine. My alarm would go off and I would get up just long enough to hit snooze for just 10 more minutes. Bobbi would hear it and so she would jump on my chest and nuzzle my chin with the side of her face until I would wake up and pet her. She would just sit there and purr while staring intently into my eyes giving that slow squint that said I love you so much and you need to get out of bed so we can feed the fish and get ready for our day. I would get up and talk to her all the while. “Time to feed the fishies bobbi!” I would say to her, and she would talk to me (meow at me rather). As I fed the fish she would jump up and put her paws on the side of the fish tank and watch me intently as if to make sure I was feeding them enough and doing everything correctly. Once she was satisfied she would then follow me to the bathroom for our morning shower ritual. I would get into the shower and she would jump up and walk around on the side of the bathtub, talking to me all the while and pacing back and forth. Sometimes she would nibble and paw at me through the shower curtain and I would play with her. Then it was off to get dressed and she would be there, all the while making it difficult for me to put my pants on with her rubbing against my legs and then making it difficult for me to put shoes on because she would rub against my hands as I would try to slip the shoes on. It was so hard to wake up in a bad mood with her around as she made my mornings so pleasant, and certainly made waking up at the wee hours of the morning so much more bearable! Most days, if I would be doing something on the computer she would jump up on the monitor and hang her head over to watch me check email, or mess around on myspace, or tribe or just chatting. She loved boxes and every time we brought a new one home she just had to jump in and play in it. We even have three boxes that we just couldn’t throw away because she loved them so much. So we put them together for her and she would sleep and play in them every day! On warm days I would open the windows before leaving for work so that she could sit and bask in the sun until we got home. Then in the afternoons she would greet us at the door to say hello and get the attention she so lived for. I would get her collar and she would run up, once again with those beautiful green eyes so wide with anticipation and joy, knowing that the collar meant she would get to go outside and play in the grass and enjoy the sun and fresh air. Sometimes we would take her on car rides and she would sit or lay down above the back seats and just watch the world go by. Sometimes we would take her to the pet store with us and let her play on the mass of kitty condos or we would take her to the fish tanks where she so enjoyed watching them swim around, no doubt contemplating how she could get one out for a snack. When other animals were around she would stand up with her paws outstretched and that look in her eyes that would say, “Mommy or Daddy, please pick me up because there are doggies around!” I decided to build a kitty condo especially for her only about a month ago and I wondered if she would even play with it, but it became her new favorite toy and to my enjoyment, she spent lots of time utilizing the hard work I put into it and she showed her appreciation daily! Sometimes she would jump on my lap and I couldn’t stop myself from scooping her up and giving her a big hug and hearing her purr in my ear and “mow” at me in a way that sounded almost like a chirping bird. That mow mixed with a purr! She knew if Sarah or I would have a bad day and she would comfort us and make us think of how much we love her rather than whatever the trivial crappy thing was that happened. We would play in the yard together and she gave me a reason to go outside in the yard for no other reason than to enjoy being outside and to be with one of my best friends. I miss her so much now and the past two days have been a struggle with emptiness. If it were not for Sarah I would be a total wreck and I am sure that without me she would be a total wreck. She was our love and our comfort, the three of us were one big happy family just enjoying one another whenever we could. Sometimes we called her Bobbi Monster or The Monster, because when I first came into her life 6 years ago, she would sleep under the bed rather than with that strange guy that just came into her life and the name stuck. I also called her My Little Angel Face because of all of the love and joy she brought to me as she would sit on my chest and gaze at me lovingly. She would sometimes lean forward and give me a little kiss on the nose just because. She had many nicknames, some of which I am sure I will leave out. She was not only Bobbi or The Monster or Bobbi Monster. She was Biddy or Itty Biddy or Pookers or Bizzle and Monkey. We would change songs around to fit her name in. From “Hello my Bobbi, hello my Monster, hello my putty tat!” and we would sing them to her and she would stare up at us and mow as if to give her approval or disapproval to the mock up. Some would say it’s just a cat! But she wasn’t only like our child, we treated her as though she was our child! And we treated her better than some people treat their children, and she most certainly treated us much better than most children treat their parents. There is so much more to say but I just don’t know how to say it! We are shattered and have spent the past two days crying together and talking about the wonderful things she did with us and for us. Crazy as it may sound, we will be picking her ashes up on Friday. I don’t know what we are going to do with them. We just need closure for the loss of our beloved baby. Our world just doesn’t seem right anymore without her in it!

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