Miss G came to us from a beach rescue group in Florida. She was a petite, beautiful, perfect tuxedo cat with clear green eyes and a baby pink nose and mouth.
We adopted her about a month after my “single girl” cat (“I don’t need a man in my life, I have my boy cat”) succumbed to a brain tumour. Although my heart was still raw, our 1-year old boy cat needed companionship. I had wanted to adopt an older cat, but my husband talked me into this little black and white kitten with the tag that read “Sassy”. She was a typical kitten, but unlike other cats, she didn’t crave human companionship. She kept to herself. We loved her, but she had her own unique personality.
At about age 2 we discovered she had a serious heart condition. That meant a round of visits to specialists for blood tests and ultrasounds. I then made my peace with the distinct possibility that she would have a shortened life. Each ensuing day and year was a gift.
Missy had some different personality traits. Although she looked quite elegant, she had a sturdy walk – she wasn’t sleek when she prowled around the house. She was known to body slam anoles in the pool enclosure. She rarely meowed, but would squeak every time she was petted. She liked to be on the periphery, but not the center of attention. She was known to hide under blankets or under the bed for days at a time, only appearing for food.
When she was about 6 Miss G and I had a moment when she was very fearful and at that point she finally realized that she could count on me to protect and take care of her. From then on, she was clearly my girl.
As time went on we developed a routine. She would step into the shower stall immediately after I got out and would roll around on the wet floor. At breakfast, she would walk in between my legs, barely bumping me with her tail and give little combination mews/purrs. And each evening when I sat on the sofa, she would jump up to watch tv with me. Never close enough to pet, but just barely within touching distance. She would come to me and talk, or appear at my feet announcing her presence with a high pitched mew.
The past few months she had a couple of odd illnesses, and then she got sick on Thursday with what seemed like something rather innocuous. This morning Miss G’s breathing became laboured and I knew her little heart was giving out.
With buckets of tears we said goodbye. But more than that, I thanked my sweet Miss G for 12 years of unconditional love, companionship, cuteness, sweet brushes of her oh-so-soft fur, and time spent gazing into the greenest, most human eyes I’ve ever seen on a cat.
With all of my heart I believe that our beloved pets sit at the side of God waiting for us in heaven. I can’t wait to see you again, Miss G. You will always hold a very special place in my heart.
Rest in peace, sweet girl. We were so lucky to have had you.