Shelbies Sister, BAILEE
Shelbie's Angel Day is 12/1
Bio by Shelbies Dad, Geoff © 2018
Lots of people have pets. We had Shelbie a blue Tabby Persian.
Shelbie came to us through divine intervention, or fate, or however one would say she was meant for us. The moment Vikki saw her, Shelbie's place in her heart was forever sealed. This little pug nosed Persian, whose eyes and nose were in perfect alignment across her face, became more than a pet; she became part of our family.
Shelbie's big round copper/amber eyes would look at us, and she knew all our thoughts and emotions. If we were happy she would stick that tiny tongue out a little bit and smile at us. When sadness overcame us, she would curl up as close as she could to us, and her soft purr gave us comfort.
She played more like a dog, fetching her little kitty ball and getting it back to us. She liked to play hard, and lay on her back so rubbing her tummy would work her into a frenzy until she had to run around in circles to vent her energy. She knew at the end of a work day when the dress tie came off, the ties sole purpose was to be dragged across the floor so she could chase it. A tie isn't good for anything else, is it?
A jealous streak was in her, though. When Vikki and I sat next to or laid next to each other, she would wiggle herself in between us, whether on the couch or sleeping in bed. Then she would smile and purr. Her routine was to be next to us every morning when we woke up.
Vikki started singing to her as a kitty. Vikki sang "Shelbie My Love" to her, changing Rod Stewarts song "Shelly My Love" to "Shelbie My Love". Shelbie forever recognized Vikki's soft voice singing this and always came to Vikki when she heard this. Even on those days when Shelbie tried to act like a normal cat and hide, wanting to be away from humans, this song from her Mommy would coax her back to be with us.
She was a people cat. When family or friends came over, she didn't run away like most cats; she wanted to greet and welcome everybody, softly touching their leg, or silently opening her mouth as if to say "Hi". If a plumber or a TV technician came over, she would sit in their tool box until her attention was returned. Everybody loved Shelbie. Co workers would ask me how the kitty was doing, and grandchildren asked about Shelbie at the beginning of every conversation. She barely weighed 6 pounds, but she made her presence known through her friendliness and love to all.
I know there was a person with a sweet tooth hiding under this fur. Shelbie never really cared about cat food, or eating for that matter. She just felt it was something that needed to be done. But at night when the Ben & Jerry's ice cream was opened, she was right there. She knew as soon as she heard the spoon starting to scrape the cardboard container it was time to position herself next to us, and ask us to share some with her, begging with those big eyes. The internet has stated that cats can't taste sweets; I totally disagree. But as good parents, we only gave her a tiny dab.
Being a social cat extended beyond people. She loved her sister Bailee but when she went to Heaven, Shelbie was devastated. But as time went on Shelbie made some animal friends. As she sat on her bedroom window perch she would stare at a large gecko type lizard that would climb the wall. When the lizard would move Shelbie would run to another location to find it, so they could continue their eye to eye conversation. Birds would come up to her as she sat at the screen door; squirrels and a few times ducks too. She was content and happy to watch the world from inside the house.
Cold winter days meant the fireplace came on. She would stretch her little body so far to get as much enjoyment as possible from the fire. But more than the fire, she wanted to lay by me. If I laid down on the floor she would run, not walk, her little kitty legs moving as fast as they could to join me. She would snuggle against my chest, put her little chin on my arm, purr and nap with me.
With all the love she gave us, we returned that love and took care of her. Most of her life she had to have help eating, because her little Persian mouth was unable to grasp and bite food. Twice a day we would help by letting her lick her food from our fingertips, as this she could do. She had a heart murmur, hypothyroidism, and developed kidney disease. For 5 years, starting every 3 days, then 2, then everyday, we gave her fluids to keep her healthy, hydrated and well. I always wondered why immediately after having a needle put under her pelt, she would come back to my side. She was so very loyal.
The rules of nature and life are cruel, though. Whether a blade of grass, a tall oak tree, an animal or even us, everything has a limited time here on earth. When Shelbie couldn't hop up the stairs to join us in the morning and she wouldn't come to my chest as I lay on the rug, Vikki sang "Shelbie My Love" one last time as we said our goodbyes and told her how much we loved her.
The whipped cream on a Starbucks will never be quite as sweet; the fireplace will never be quite as warm; and Ben & Jerry's will never taste quite as good. We will always miss and remember our little kitty. Shelbie wasn't our pet; she was our family. We loved her, and she loved us back.
Shelbie's ashes were placed in a cremation box for us to keep inside.
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Shelbies Sister, BAILEE
Shelbie's Angel Day is 12/1
Bio by Shelbies Dad, Geoff © 2018
Lots of people have pets. We had Shelbie a blue Tabby Persian.
Shelbie came to us through divine intervention, or fate, or however one would say she was meant for us. The moment Vikki saw her, Shelbie's place in her heart was forever sealed. This little pug nosed Persian, whose eyes and nose were in perfect alignment across her face, became more than a pet; she became part of our family.
Shelbie's big round copper/amber eyes would look at us, and she knew all our thoughts and emotions. If we were happy she would stick that tiny tongue out a little bit and smile at us. When sadness overcame us, she would curl up as close as she could to us, and her soft purr gave us comfort.
She played more like a dog, fetching her little kitty ball and getting it back to us. She liked to play hard, and lay on her back so rubbing her tummy would work her into a frenzy until she had to run around in circles to vent her energy. She knew at the end of a work day when the dress tie came off, the ties sole purpose was to be dragged across the floor so she could chase it. A tie isn't good for anything else, is it?
A jealous streak was in her, though. When Vikki and I sat next to or laid next to each other, she would wiggle herself in between us, whether on the couch or sleeping in bed. Then she would smile and purr. Her routine was to be next to us every morning when we woke up.
Vikki started singing to her as a kitty. Vikki sang "Shelbie My Love" to her, changing Rod Stewarts song "Shelly My Love" to "Shelbie My Love". Shelbie forever recognized Vikki's soft voice singing this and always came to Vikki when she heard this. Even on those days when Shelbie tried to act like a normal cat and hide, wanting to be away from humans, this song from her Mommy would coax her back to be with us.
She was a people cat. When family or friends came over, she didn't run away like most cats; she wanted to greet and welcome everybody, softly touching their leg, or silently opening her mouth as if to say "Hi". If a plumber or a TV technician came over, she would sit in their tool box until her attention was returned. Everybody loved Shelbie. Co workers would ask me how the kitty was doing, and grandchildren asked about Shelbie at the beginning of every conversation. She barely weighed 6 pounds, but she made her presence known through her friendliness and love to all.
I know there was a person with a sweet tooth hiding under this fur. Shelbie never really cared about cat food, or eating for that matter. She just felt it was something that needed to be done. But at night when the Ben & Jerry's ice cream was opened, she was right there. She knew as soon as she heard the spoon starting to scrape the cardboard container it was time to position herself next to us, and ask us to share some with her, begging with those big eyes. The internet has stated that cats can't taste sweets; I totally disagree. But as good parents, we only gave her a tiny dab.
Being a social cat extended beyond people. She loved her sister Bailee but when she went to Heaven, Shelbie was devastated. But as time went on Shelbie made some animal friends. As she sat on her bedroom window perch she would stare at a large gecko type lizard that would climb the wall. When the lizard would move Shelbie would run to another location to find it, so they could continue their eye to eye conversation. Birds would come up to her as she sat at the screen door; squirrels and a few times ducks too. She was content and happy to watch the world from inside the house.
Cold winter days meant the fireplace came on. She would stretch her little body so far to get as much enjoyment as possible from the fire. But more than the fire, she wanted to lay by me. If I laid down on the floor she would run, not walk, her little kitty legs moving as fast as they could to join me. She would snuggle against my chest, put her little chin on my arm, purr and nap with me.
With all the love she gave us, we returned that love and took care of her. Most of her life she had to have help eating, because her little Persian mouth was unable to grasp and bite food. Twice a day we would help by letting her lick her food from our fingertips, as this she could do. She had a heart murmur, hypothyroidism, and developed kidney disease. For 5 years, starting every 3 days, then 2, then everyday, we gave her fluids to keep her healthy, hydrated and well. I always wondered why immediately after having a needle put under her pelt, she would come back to my side. She was so very loyal.
The rules of nature and life are cruel, though. Whether a blade of grass, a tall oak tree, an animal or even us, everything has a limited time here on earth. When Shelbie couldn't hop up the stairs to join us in the morning and she wouldn't come to my chest as I lay on the rug, Vikki sang "Shelbie My Love" one last time as we said our goodbyes and told her how much we loved her.
The whipped cream on a Starbucks will never be quite as sweet; the fireplace will never be quite as warm; and Ben & Jerry's will never taste quite as good. We will always miss and remember our little kitty. Shelbie wasn't our pet; she was our family. We loved her, and she loved us back.
Shelbie's ashes were placed in a cremation box for us to keep inside.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥✿♥ℒℴѵℯ♥✿♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
All photos uploaded by SaffronWings are copyrighted by ©SaffronWings. Lifting these photos to be used elsewhere is a violation of copyright. You must obtain written permission from me to use any of my photos. However, my friends have permission to make personalized tokens from her photos. Thank you.
