|Birth: ||Apr., 1984|
|Death: ||Dec. 12, 2002|
For as long as I can remember, I had always wanted a cat. It wasn't until I was in 6th grade did my parents permit that to happen. My best friend told me her cat had kittens and once they were old enough to be away from their mother, I went over and picked one out. She was pure white with the exception of a small black spot on top of her head (as she grew, the black spot vanished).
In 1991, after an emergency trip to MSU Small Animal Clinic, she was diagnosed with Early Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. I was scared out of my mind, but she was put on cardizem and baby aspirin and actually thrived with no other evidence of anything happening.
Angel was a rather proud cat, a very arrogant cat, yet, a very loving and affectionate cat. I remember when I was in my 20s, she would, literally, wait at the bottom of the stairs for me to go to bed. When I went up, she went up and never let my side at night.
It was a bizarre relationship (as if she were HUMAN! LOL) as she was almost like a child. If there was something she wanted and I didn't give in, I'd "pay the price for it" in some fashion. Typically, it was a squat and pee on something of MINE (never my parents' things!)...and ONLY mine. And she COMPLETELY hated when my work schedule went third shift. One night before work, I set my coats down (I had a uniform jacket and my leather jacket) to make a quick hairspray run in the bathroom before I left. A few seconds later (LITERALLY seconds), I came out to find Angel squatting on my leather jacket. Yep. Again, never my parents' things, but ONLY mind. She was NOT happy with me when things didn't go her way...but bless that cat's heart, she melted my heart in so many ways.
She loved to go outside (tied up, of course), eat Fancy Feast (purely as a treat!), and be spoiled ROTTEN (thus, the previous stories). When I moved out of the house to be on my own, I left her with my parents due to her age (she must've been 14?). She was perfectly content with them, but when I would visit, we had some great quality time, as well (crazy, but yes, she was like a friggin' person). She gradually started showing her age, slowed down, and wasn't as "proud" as she used to be, yet, I would still take her outside to be in the yard on my lunch hours and she RELISHED it.
In the December 2002, she started hiding and not being as social as she used to be. Eventually, she didn't even want to eat/drink water. We tried so many things, but it just didn't work. My parents made the difficult decision that it was time for the Rainbow Bridge.
It was HEART-WRENCHING as this was, literally, our first experience with having to do something like this. My mother called me on the way to the vet's office and the cat that had been anti-social and quiet for the past few weeks was meowing, howling, etc just as she had always done in the car. UGH. I begged my mother to take her back home, although, I knew in my heart there wasn't some sort of miraculous recovery once they got in the car.
Angel crossed the bridge peacefully with my parents at her side. <3 <3
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Specifically: Home with my mother
Created by: A84C72
Record added: Apr 18, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 68562890