My True Monty
March 18th,2011
I couldn't help but have to write about my cat Monty today. As I sit here on the computer, he is sitting up next to me asleep as his body slowly waddles back and forth. Monty is 19, looks like a small, black, sleek yet bony cat in stature, and wherever I go, Monty goes.
Ever since Monty was a itty-bitty kitten, he has been my baby. I found him long ago at the domestic animal services when he was a month old. There he was with his Mama and 7 other siblings staring up at me. I chose him because he was the only one who looked up at me with those big green eyes knowing what his fate may be.
So young and still nursing, I adopted him. I still feel for him to this day 19 years later because I know I am is human Mom and trust me, he acts like my son. Sucking on pillows, blankets, and my shirts as if nursing and never leaving my side, Monty is always in need of attention to no end as if he still were that itty-bitty kitten.
And now with age, the cries of his "meows" have begun to pierce through my body like a bolt of lighting as he has become quite demanding. Whether it's his 24/7 feeding schedule which he can't even taste, let alone remembering the last time he ate, or the 4 a.m. jolting "meow!" that I get on a daily basis for his outdoor "gotta go now!" moment.
I love Monty, just like I have loved all of my pets. It all started with my first cat Max, who was 9 months old when I adopted him. He too was black and waiting for me at the pound many years ago. He survived 19 years until 2008. Max was Monty's best friend for 17 years.
Shortly after adopting Max, my neighbors cat, Magic, yet another black cat, invited himself right in and soon became part of our family. Though not mine and myself moving two streets away back in '91, he managed to find his way to us. Finally the neighbors gave up on Magic and told me I could keep him.
Magic unfortunately died of feline AIDS at the age of 12 in 2003. That was tough never knowing cats could die of AIDS. Magic was not much of an indoor cat to begin with, yet he loved to fight other cats causing his fate.
By now,if you haven't noticed, all of my cats are black, and all their names start with the letter M. Don't ask me why, maybe it has something to do with my birthday falling on Halloween? M is W upside down? Witch?
The letter M has also followed into place with my dogs. My first dog I adopted was Molly back in March of '94, and yes black too. As some of you may know, my Molly died this past December just weeks shy of her 17th birthday. I really miss her as it seems like just yesterday she had left.
Soon after Molly's adoption, my husband surprised me with this little puppy Maggy, a spiritual young black lab. Unfortunately Maggy's life was short lived. Maggy was purposely hit by a demented individual whom was never caught. Molly, her best friend was there by her side upon her death. Though Maggy's life was only 7 months, their bond was stronger than you could imagine. Molly changed forever after that, she was never again a very happy dog.
Four months after Maggy passed and Molly depressed more than ever, I found Mandy. Once again at the pound, that very same place we adopted Max, Monty,Molly, Maggy, and now Mandy.
Mandy was the best friend Molly ever had. Her spirits brightened more for the next 10 years as she had Mandy by her side always. Mandy's fate came just over 5 years ago in 2005, I will never forget that night for as long as I live.
Mandy was hit by a car one night on our dark road. I let the both out where they must have picked up on a scent. Shortly thereafter, Molly was barking hysterically at the front door. When I opened it and looked into her eye, I knew, and I will leave it at that. To this day it still pains me. Molly once again losing yet another buddy. The buddy she waited for patiently every morning after as she sat at the end of the hallway veering down, waiting for her Mandy to come charging out of our bedroom at any moment like Mandy always had. A moment that never came again.
Since then, again feeling the loneliness that came across Molly once again, we adopted Major two months after Mandy's tragic night. Yes, another black lab mix from the pound. By this time, Molly could care less, she just attached herself to me and that was it.
I will end this little story peacefully as Monty has come to his safe spot gracefully centered in the middle of my arms as I type. Anything to be close to me. It will be a sad day when he goes, though I know it's coming soon, something I can just feel. Though he's old and tired, I know he is ready to go see his "M" family at Rainbow Bridge. The bridge connecting Heaven and Earth where all of our beloved pets go until the day we all meet again.
I couldn't help but have to write about my cat Monty today. As I sit here on the computer, he is sitting up next to me asleep as his body slowly waddles back and forth. Monty is 19, looks like a small, black, sleek yet bony cat in stature, and wherever I go, Monty goes.
Ever since Monty was a itty-bitty kitten, he has been my baby. I found him long ago at the domestic animal services when he was a month old. There he was with his Mama and 7 other siblings staring up at me. I chose him because he was the only one who looked up at me with those big green eyes knowing what his fate may be.
So young and still nursing, I adopted him. I still feel for him to this day 19 years later because I know I am is human Mom and trust me, he acts like my son. Sucking on pillows, blankets, and my shirts as if nursing and never leaving my side, Monty is always in need of attention to no end as if he still were that itty-bitty kitten.
And now with age, the cries of his "meows" have begun to pierce through my body like a bolt of lighting as he has become quite demanding. Whether it's his 24/7 feeding schedule which he can't even taste, let alone remembering the last time he ate, or the 4 a.m. jolting "meow!" that I get on a daily basis for his outdoor "gotta go now!" moment.
I love Monty, just like I have loved all of my pets. It all started with my first cat Max, who was 9 months old when I adopted him. He too was black and waiting for me at the pound many years ago. He survived 19 years until 2008. Max was Monty's best friend for 17 years.
Shortly after adopting Max, my neighbors cat, Magic, yet another black cat, invited himself right in and soon became part of our family. Though not mine and myself moving two streets away back in '91, he managed to find his way to us. Finally the neighbors gave up on Magic and told me I could keep him.
Magic unfortunately died of feline AIDS at the age of 12 in 2003. That was tough never knowing cats could die of AIDS. Magic was not much of an indoor cat to begin with, yet he loved to fight other cats causing his fate.
By now,if you haven't noticed, all of my cats are black, and all their names start with the letter M. Don't ask me why, maybe it has something to do with my birthday falling on Halloween? M is W upside down? Witch?
The letter M has also followed into place with my dogs. My first dog I adopted was Molly back in March of '94, and yes black too. As some of you may know, my Molly died this past December just weeks shy of her 17th birthday. I really miss her as it seems like just yesterday she had left.
Soon after Molly's adoption, my husband surprised me with this little puppy Maggy, a spiritual young black lab. Unfortunately Maggy's life was short lived. Maggy was purposely hit by a demented individual whom was never caught. Molly, her best friend was there by her side upon her death. Though Maggy's life was only 7 months, their bond was stronger than you could imagine. Molly changed forever after that, she was never again a very happy dog.
Four months after Maggy passed and Molly depressed more than ever, I found Mandy. Once again at the pound, that very same place we adopted Max, Monty,Molly, Maggy, and now Mandy.
Mandy was the best friend Molly ever had. Her spirits brightened more for the next 10 years as she had Mandy by her side always. Mandy's fate came just over 5 years ago in 2005, I will never forget that night for as long as I live.
Mandy was hit by a car one night on our dark road. I let the both out where they must have picked up on a scent. Shortly thereafter, Molly was barking hysterically at the front door. When I opened it and looked into her eye, I knew, and I will leave it at that. To this day it still pains me. Molly once again losing yet another buddy. The buddy she waited for patiently every morning after as she sat at the end of the hallway veering down, waiting for her Mandy to come charging out of our bedroom at any moment like Mandy always had. A moment that never came again.
Since then, again feeling the loneliness that came across Molly once again, we adopted Major two months after Mandy's tragic night. Yes, another black lab mix from the pound. By this time, Molly could care less, she just attached herself to me and that was it.
I will end this little story peacefully as Monty has come to his safe spot gracefully centered in the middle of my arms as I type. Anything to be close to me. It will be a sad day when he goes, though I know it's coming soon, something I can just feel. Though he's old and tired, I know he is ready to go see his "M" family at Rainbow Bridge. The bridge connecting Heaven and Earth where all of our beloved pets go until the day we all meet again.
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