Now and again in life we are given the great priviledge of sharing our space with an extra special soul.
My Cecil Kitty was just such a soul. Even now two years after his passing I find tears come to my eyes as I write this.
Some will find this silly and say "Why? It was just a cat!" But to me Cecil was more that "just
a cat." He was a very special friend who saw me through good times and bad, who knew just when I needed a cuddle and
a purr to cheer me up or soothe a breaking heart. He was bright and funny and the best cat I've ever known throughout
my entire life.
He was the smartest cat I've ever seen. He knew how to communicate exactly what he wanted. He'd
meow and I'd say "Show me what you want." Then he'd walk to the spot and put a paw on it. He knew where his crunchy
food was kept, where the kitty treats were and where the soft kitty food was. He'd always walk to the right cabinet or
drawer and ask for what he wanted. I once had a great telephone that had all sorts of buttons and speakers on it.
He hated to hear the phone ring when I was away so he'd walk on the phone until he hit the right button to hang up the call.
He even did it a few times when I was home and couldn't get to the phone quick enough. Eventually twenty pounds of orange
tabby cat walking on the phone signaled its demise and that phone ended up in the trash bin. Cecil was miffed.
The new phone hung on the wall and he couldn't walk on it!
He stole the heart of one of my best friends. I swear that man would come over to my house to see
my cat ~ not me. He bought Cecil all sorts of toys and spoiled him rotten with special treats of tuna. He took
Cecil in and cared for him at a time in my life when I couldn't have a cat living with me and made it so I didn't have to
give up my dear friend. I can never thank him enough for that.
Together David and I loved Cecil through his last days. David was by my kitty's side
as he breathed his last. He made a special memory for me so I'd have something positive to think about on the
day Cecil died. A tiny baby dragon lives in a little silver egg and is named the Spirit of Cecil ~ a very special gift
of rememberance from a good friend.
We buried my Cecil with love and care under a towering, old avacado tree.
I had cats before Cecil came to join me and I'm sure I'll have others now that he's gone but I don't expect
I'll ever find one who will move into my heart and life the way he did.
So this is a special place to say Good Bye and always remember a very special friend.
