Misty
A donation was made in memory of Misty on May 05, 2009.
Misty entered my life in the fall of 1994. She was very fearful and the complete opposite of my previous furry companion. I was blessed to earn her trust and love, but it had to be on her terms. I was the only one lucky enough to see her longing to belong, to be a part of the action, even if she didn’t quite know how. It made me want to protect her even more. She owned my heart from the start.
While she was afraid of almost everyone but me, a very few were occasionally treated to a quick appearance, IF they passed muster after an extended surveillance. Luckily, her fear of people did not extend to the outdoors, and she could enjoy its sights and sounds, as well as a lazy snooze on a warm day.
As a young cat, trees got the better of her a couple times. One encounter with an overhanging branch resulted in a long, cold, rain-drenched night on the roof. She refused all help, but stood triumphant at the back door in the morning. In the second, she perched high in a tree in 100 degree weather for three days, crying plaintively. This time her exhaustion overcame her fear, meekly accepting rescue by me - in a cherry-picker bucket no less! With bloody paws and broken claws, her climbing days were over.
Misty was a vigilant “watch cat” her entire life. Anyone venturing close to the house was announced with a long, low growl, followed by a quick retreat. She mastered opening every cabinet and closet door. She could use this skill for a quick hiding spot, or sometimes just for a quiet nap.
Whistling sent her over the moon – she would come running to watch my mouth form the sounds and would show her enthusiasm with forehead rubs. Misty loved, loved, LOVED her nightly brushing. I swear she wore a smile as she stretched and twisted to make sure no spot was missed. She’d give me that look when I stopped – like “Is that all?”
The end came unexpectedly on February 21, 2009. I will forever regret not immediately recognizing the seriousness of her cries. She threw a blood clot and went into heart failure. The heartbreak in letting her go is only eased by the knowledge her pain has ended. My life is so much richer for having had Misty in it for fourteen and a half years, and I think she needed me as much as I needed her.
Sleep well my beloved Misty – you don’t have to be scared anymore.
Darlene G.
While she was afraid of almost everyone but me, a very few were occasionally treated to a quick appearance, IF they passed muster after an extended surveillance. Luckily, her fear of people did not extend to the outdoors, and she could enjoy its sights and sounds, as well as a lazy snooze on a warm day.
As a young cat, trees got the better of her a couple times. One encounter with an overhanging branch resulted in a long, cold, rain-drenched night on the roof. She refused all help, but stood triumphant at the back door in the morning. In the second, she perched high in a tree in 100 degree weather for three days, crying plaintively. This time her exhaustion overcame her fear, meekly accepting rescue by me - in a cherry-picker bucket no less! With bloody paws and broken claws, her climbing days were over.
Misty was a vigilant “watch cat” her entire life. Anyone venturing close to the house was announced with a long, low growl, followed by a quick retreat. She mastered opening every cabinet and closet door. She could use this skill for a quick hiding spot, or sometimes just for a quiet nap.
Whistling sent her over the moon – she would come running to watch my mouth form the sounds and would show her enthusiasm with forehead rubs. Misty loved, loved, LOVED her nightly brushing. I swear she wore a smile as she stretched and twisted to make sure no spot was missed. She’d give me that look when I stopped – like “Is that all?”
The end came unexpectedly on February 21, 2009. I will forever regret not immediately recognizing the seriousness of her cries. She threw a blood clot and went into heart failure. The heartbreak in letting her go is only eased by the knowledge her pain has ended. My life is so much richer for having had Misty in it for fourteen and a half years, and I think she needed me as much as I needed her.
Sleep well my beloved Misty – you don’t have to be scared anymore.
Darlene G.
