16 years ago I wanted a calico with four white feet. I looked at so many posts online but it wasn’t until I walked into the shelter that I found you. They said you had had kittens and thought you were maybe a year old. They called you Fiona but it didn’t quite fit so I named you Callie. I swear I didn’t even think about your beautiful calico coat even though Mike teased that I did. Your paws were white and so was your belly, except for one toe and a spot on your belly we called your Energy Button. You were loving and happy right away, wanting to be picked up and held, teaching us that you wanted to be flipped over on your back and held like a baby. You became Daddy’s Girl and always wanted to lay with, on, next to him. Your purrs were so loud that we could hear you across the room – just like your cute snoring. When you went to meet Dr. Ask, you purred so much that he had to bounce you around in his arms to try getting your heartbeat. He said you were “round” and he was right, you were a little Chubster. Your tail was soft, short but thick, and you swished it around when you got annoyed like a billy club. But when you were happy, just the end would softly flick around as if to let us know. You helped Mike propose and then we placed little figurines of you and your brother on top of our wedding cake. You loved to play football with your Daddy, catching and kicking his little Broncos ball back to him. One time I built a cat in the snow and he brought you outside to see it. Chasing the red dot would always give you excitement, so we were sad when you lost your sight. Yet you persevered on for two more years, learning how to navigate our home by touch and memory. Before that, when our basement was getting built, you would happily take us downstairs every night after work so we could see the progress of the day. You loved finding the warmest spots, from the sunlight shining through the window onto the carpet, to the big front window during the summer afternoons, and the closest heating vent in the winter. You just loved being with us and I wish it could have been forever. You used to suddenly get bursts of energy and we laughed and said you were being “attacked by the devil”. When we came home after saying a long, hard goodbye, it was quiet even though your sisters were here. Right before I gave in to sleep, Petunia suddenly got a huge burst of energy and raced around the house with her claws ripping through the carpet. It made me wonder if you were here. And then this morning when I woke up, remembering that you were gone, I was petting a very quiet Petunia when out of nowhere she leapt up from the couch and zoomed again, right on cue. I knew then that you were saying you’re okay now. I hope your brothers came for you and that you didn’t get too mad. We know you and Gingras loved each other, and you can’t deny it – we have photos to prove it. We love you Callie. Forever and ever.
Category: Memorials
