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In Loving Memory of Brandy - our dear little kitty
Brandy joined our family mid-October of 2000. At 12:58 AM on Friday
May 2, 2008, our dear little girl took her last breath while curled
up in my arms, each of us comforting the other, warming each others
bodies. I knew the end was near when we found her late Thursday
evening stretched out on the dining room floor only semi-responsive.
I find solace in knowing that the end came quickly for her… she did
not suffer… she was not in pain. The night before she had appeared
her normal, yet slowing, self… I remember she wanted her head rubbed
and she gave me kisses as I pet her. As I think back it seems like
she had been giving us more and more kisses lately, had been purring
for us longer and louder… maybe she knew we would need those extra
comfort kisses and purrs after she was gone. If only I had known
Wednesday night would be the last time I got one of her special
kisses and heard her purr for me… I would have paid more attention
to what she was blessing me with, I would have hugged her more, I would have pet her more… if only I had known.
 I remember when my husband John brought Brandy home, she had been a
stray at Union College and they were going to take her to the animal
shelter. She was in desperate need of a flea bath and a good
grooming. I quickly named her after a song by The Looking Glass,
which has a line “Brandy you’re a fine girl”. She was one of the
most precious kitties I have ever had the privilege of adopting me…
enriching our lives for just seven and a half short years.
Jumping from the floor directly onto my shoulder was one of her
extraordinary traits… she stopped doing that a couple of years ago,
one of the things that told me her age was catching up with her. She
loved boxes… anytime there was a new box around, it would only take
seconds for her to be in it. She was also a TV kitty… I would check
out a bird DVD from the library just so she could sit and watch it.
But her most enduring trait was she had an uncanny way of following
me around the house and watching every step I would take without my
knowing it. Sometimes I found it a little eerie turning around to
find her sitting there just watching me… looking me straight in the
eye… oh, if only I could find her doing that just one more time.
While I never knew how old she was because she was a stray when she
came into our lives, over the last year I could see Brandy’s age
catching up with her. She was slowing down; rarely did she and
Snuggles chase each other anymore. She was loosing her teeth and did
not have many left and was only eating canned food, plus she seemed
to be taking a lot of extra naps… all of these things I saw. I knew
what they meant, I knew this time was coming, I knew it would be
inevitable, I knew it would be difficult to deal with but knowing in
advance does not dull the pain and sorrow I feel in losing her.
This morning John and I buried our little girl up at the lake house
in the back yard under a shade tree just outside our kitchen window.
I planted a Bleeding Heart to mark her grave site… a very
appropriate plant for the way my heart is feeling.
Brandy is with God now, jumping on his shoulder, following him all
over heaven, staring him in the eye, having him rub her head,
purring for him and giving him her special kisses… I am sure he
knows how lucky he is to have her.
We love you Brandy, we miss you dearly and we will never forget you.
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Received May 4, 2008 |
