October is not an easy month. Of our four cats at the Rainbow Bridge, three made their journey in October.
We lost our Waddles on Oct. 13, 2011.
Waddles was my first cat as an adult. I won’t go into all the details—it’s not a wonderful story—but my mother adopted Waddles after my father died. The story was that Waddles’ original person, a man, had died, and his wife was allergic to cats so gave her to a friend to find her a home. That’s how my mother got her.
I didn’t think I liked cats. But when I visited with my mother, and then lived with her a while, I fell in love with Waddles.
In March 2000, my mother surrendered Waddles at the county shelter without telling me. I found out that night. I fell apart and called Larry (this was before we were married). He asked, “Why don’t you adopt her?”
I had doubts that I would be a good cat mother, but Larry encouraged me, telling me, “Waddles will teach you what you need to know.”
So the next day I went to the shelter and adopted my baby. She recognized me and clung to me. The shelter staff had to put together my newly purchased carrier for her because I wasn’t going to let go of Waddles.
I took her home with me, and I promised her I would be her home forever.
|Waddles usually didn't like being held, but we managed to get this picture taken.|
It was a promise I kept. When Larry and I married, Waddles and I joined him and Sam and Thunder Cat. It was not easy integrating three adult cats, but we did it.
According to vet records that came with Waddles from her first home, she was born sometime in September 1990. We chose Sept. 8 as her birthday. She had just turned 21 when she died.
I am forever grateful to Waddles for teaching me so many things: the joy of taking care of another living being, the fact that responsibility was nothing to fear. She helped to open my heart and let my empathy and love show.
Waddles Scarlett, we miss you every day, and we look forward to the time when we will meet again. Love you forever.