Abbe

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Abbe was rescued from the Sacramento SPCA.
She had it rough.  She had been bred and
declawed then trained as a fighting cat.
She would be tossed into rings to fight
dogs, other cats, raccoons and the like.		 About the time she started to trust me, I was going
through some incredible emotional shit.  We formed a
bond, that became incredibly strong.  So strong that
in many ways it was a full mental sharing that many
call the familiar bond.
When she came to me she was incredibly viscious
and mean.  She had been returned from 2 other
foster homes for her meaness.  She used to bite
and scratch me but I refused to give up on her.		 This morning (02-12-03)at about 9:15 during a vet visit that I
had taken her in for difficulty breathing....
Abbe had an unfortunate accident and was hit by
a car several months after she came to live with
me.  It broke part of her back.  She lived in a
small box by the side of my bed.  i fed her with
a bottle, wiped her butt with baby wipes		 Abbe, my mental partner for the last 6 years passed away.
Her chest cavity had been filled with fluid, and while
trying to draw some of it out to help her breath her
heart stopped and would not restart.  The vet said
it was a particular form of cancer and even if I had
brought her in when I first noticed her breathing
yesterday, there would have been nothing they could have
done.
After she came out of the box, she never hurt me
again on purpose		 Poem by thekla

What is that in your hand?

I AM ASLEEP DAMNIT!

 

What did I tell you about taking pictures?

You are really starting to piss me off.

 

I'm the queen.

I know it is at your computer.  But it is *MY* chair