I am heartbroken. Unlike the passing of my ex-husband, saying goodbye to my OG kitty earlier this week was heartbreaking. Take my breath away and ugly sob so her sweet little head was soaked with my salty tears heartbreaking.
I wanted a pet for years, but I couldn’t have one because I travelled so much for work. In October 2004 I brought my little broken kitty home from the vet where she recovered for more than six weeks to put her body back together after being hit by a car.
I have so many Gimpy stories. I know I was worse than a mother talking about how cute their baby is eating sweet potatoes for the eighth time. But my favorite Gimpy story is her reaction to our new life after leaving my ex.
As background, Gimpy used to run down the stairs every day when I got home and just yell at me while I pet her and loved on her and reassured her that I really was home. But with a name like Gimpy, the last thing I expected was to find her on top of the upper cabinets in our new home. It was like she finally felt free to climb.
I heard her yelling for me so I came out of the bedroom to answer my Queen and I couldn’t find her. I looked everywhere but up. She hadn’t jumped on a kitchen counter in years. Now she jumped onto the counter, then to the top of the fridge, then to the top of the uppers.
From her perch on high she laughed at my concern and prowled back and back forth for a few minutes before she jumped down to the fridge and into my arms for our head nuzzling session.
My girl had chutzpah, a will to live and a mean streak that I absolutely loved. She was a survivor. Everyone tells me what a wonderful life I gave her. But she gave me so much more. Anyone who heard her yell, demanding attention or food or to be left alone would joke that she was just like her mamma.
As I remember her spirit and her independence, I can only hope that I am just like my daughter. I will miss my first born and will always wonder who rescued whom.
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Edie Rodetsky 