To My Dearest Bailey, who is now in kitty heaven.
:’(


I got a voicemail on my phone today at about 4:30pm from my sister that said, “I took Bailey to the VET yesterday and they said that she is in pretty bad shape; her kidney’s are failing, she’s lost 20% of her body weight in the span of a week, and she’s a little over 14 years old. I don’t know what to do. I may I have to have her put to sleep.”
Of course, this came as a complete shock to me. Bailey was my favorite kitty. Now that I’m not living at my mom’s house anymore, I don’t get to see very much of Bailey, but she still recognized me when I would drop by … I could see in her eyes. I would pet her and she would gently pet my back with her paws as I held her in my arms. I would lay in the hammock with her and gaze into the moonlight many nights during the summer, just listening to the melody of her purring. She was the sweetest cat that I have ever seen. She never scratched, bit, or hurt anyone; all she wanted was to be loved. I loved her, alot. If we have been keeping up with my blog, you would know that I burried my other (older) cat Sam less than a year ago because we think he got hit by a car. It was never the same at my mom’s house without him. Bailey was never herself anymore either. For the longest time, you could just tell that she didn’t understand what had happened … she wanted to know where her best friend of 14 years had gone to … the one that had protected her from many stray dogs, possums, and whatever else managed to get through the cat-door in our garage. It killed me burying Sam, but at the same time … I think that it provided well deserved closure. Sam was also a very gentle loving cat. But he was a but different from Bailey, he made you work for his affection. He required proper respect and devotion, which made me respect him and love him even more. I miss my kitties.

The second message the my sister left me today came about 5 minutes later. “I just wanted to let you know that I had Bailey put to sleep. If you want to come help bury her, be her at 5pm.” I got this message at about 5:15pm. I cried. It seemed like my sister didn’t care … and what about my mom? Where is she in all of this? (i don’t know the answer to that question … but I WANT to)

Bailey and I would talk to each other. She would meow from far away when she saw me, begging for attention. I would playfully give her my best immitation of a cat’s meow back, and this would go on and on for a couple of minutes … especially once I started loving on her.

I miss you Bailey. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you off … to give you that one last good-bye “meow!” I’m crying right now. I’m very sad …
I wish I could have been the one to do it all, as strange and sadistic as it sounds. I would have wanted to be the last one to see her before she died. I think that throughout the years, I was her best friend. I think I meant the most to her. That’s why we could talk to each other so well … and pet each other. It was the cutest thing ever.
I wanted to be the one to bury you … not my sister … she doesn’t care …

I love you Bailey.