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Fidget or:
My Baby, Precious, Mr. Whiskers, Boo Cat, Silly Boo, Snuggly Cat,
Adoraboo, Super Scamper Cat, Feather Duster Tail, Purr Bucket, Scooter,
Squirmy Worm.
Fidget
is my Familiar. He adopted me, and gave himself his own name after
residing with me for a week. That was thirteen years ago.
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I have always had a soft spot in
my heart for cats, but this one is a most unusual feline.
As a tiny kitten, he decided that I was his person. I think
he found me deliberately, because others who had been trying
to feed him or adopt him simply couldn't get close enough.
He would scamper away from their grasp. When I approached
him for the first time he went into a frenzy of play, exhausted
himself, then curled up on my lap to purr himself to sleep.
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It's a wonderous thing when a creature
consents to place their lives in your hands. His loyalty to
me is steadfast. His love is unconditional. I cannot help but
be awestruck. Somehow I managed to deserve his company, and
I will never, ever take that for granted. Now that he is a geriatric
cat and in failing health, I would easily lay down my life to
save his. If only it would help... |
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August
7, 2002: Fidget passed into the spirit realm today at
the age of 14. He had been battling illness for several
years, and his frail little body finally gave out. He
was calm and peaceful, understanding and forgiving, affectionate
and loving right to the end, just like always. His absence
has left us feeling empty, and yet we celebrate the freedom
of his spirit. We know that in the afterlife his health
has been restored. He was such an important presence in
our lives for so long that we feel his joyful energy around
us even now. He will remain with us always, in our pleasant
memories of his warm softness and steadfast loyalty. His
body was laid to rest below the towering trees in our back yard,
among the ferns and flowers which speak to us of the sacredness
of the spot. We honor his memory in our daily lives by
treating all living things with dignity and respect. |
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