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Name: |
Rascal
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Age: |
Deceased, Eleven years old
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Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Domestic shorthair
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Home: |
Cambridge, Minnesota, USA
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This
was one spunky eight-week-old kitten when we first got Rascal. Her
personality was such that we thought of her as a person, not just a cat.
She'd hang out with us in every room of the house we were in and kept us
company. When it was time to take our dogs out, she knew the words
"wanna go outside" and took that as her invitation to go too. (We
always went outside with her, never left her by herself.) It was almost
comical because wherever she'd be in the house when she heard those
words, we'd hear that "meow! wait for me!" and ran downstairs as quickly
as the dogs did - it was like watching a horde of animals running in
single file. As is with most cats, she basked in the sun constantly.
Over the years, she played with her toys - she had her favorite denim
cube and ball that she would bat all over the house. Sometimes it would
take us weeks to find them, she had expertly batted them into places we
couldn't find. Rascal loved bedtime. She knew all the " bedtime
noises" such as turning off the lights, closing the blinds for the
night, closing windows, etc. that she would already be in the bedroom
waiting for us by the time we got there. And, if we weren't quick
enough about it, she'd be meowing and meowing as if she were annoyed for
having to wait for us to get into bed, and then she'd settle in on the
side of my pillow (and creep up to the middle of the pillow during the
night when she thought I was sleeping!)
Unfortunately, Rascal passed away February 4th from chronic renal
failure at age eleven. This was a very emotional time for us during her
last days as she was our first baby, and after we let her go to kitty
heaven, I wrote this poem:
Our sweet girl, the first to grace our lives together.
All those days basking in your window, all those evenings in your blanket.
Sneaking outside when you thought mommy wasn't looking,
we just wanted to keep you safe.
The little denim cube you so loved to play with,
it's still here being watched by your guardian angel.
Mommy's pillow you hogged every night,
yet mommy didn't mind because it meant you were close.
At Daddy's side on the couch you sat every day,
you even left a little dent to remember you by.
You are very sadly missed by your mommy & daddy.
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