Misty was a Lynx-Point Siamese, and she was the first cat that I ever had. I got her on May 30, 2005 which just happened to be the day before my 43rd birthday. I couldn’t imagine a better birthday present, even if she was a present to myself.
Misty was just 5 weeks old when I found her on a little farm in an outlying area around Virginia called Hutter. The farmer who gave her to me said that she was the runt of the litter. He said that she probably wouldn’t live for a week after I took her home and suggested several times that I pick another kitten from the litter and let nature have its way with the runt. But that just wasn’t going to happen. For some strange reason which to this day I still can’t explain, this was the kitten that I wanted no matter what. It felt like we were meant to be together. That farmer was rather surprised when I just happened to be out in that area hen I stopped to tell him that the runt was then 9 years old and still going strong.
Sadly, Misty passed away at 3:00 am on July 3, 2018 at the ripe old age of 13 years old. Misty managed to drag herself out into the dining room. I wanted to pick her up and hold her, but I could tell she was in too much pain.. I laid down on the floor next to her and held her for the last 5 minutes of her life. This was my way of making sure that she didn’t die alone.
The veterinarian said that Misty has developed liver disease, but I think that age was the biggest factor. I miss my little lover and so does Johnny.
Four Feet In Heaven
Your favorite chair is vacant now…
No eager purrs to greet me.
No softly padded paws to run
Ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs nor plaintive cry
Will say it’s time for feeding.
I’ve put away your bowl,
and all the things
You won’t be needing;
But I will miss you little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought me,
The comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow;
I’m sure there’ll be a place for you
In Heaven’s bright tomorrow!
~ Alice E. Chase ~