A Tribute To Monkeyface.

A tribute to Monkeyface.


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TsukiRyoko said:

Aw, what an adorable cat.

You didn't actually have to put her down, did you?

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I'm afraid I did.

kimmi 57 said:

She's a beauty Terri!
There will be another beauty waiting for you when you are ready!

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Yes, I'm going to look right away. I have never been without a cat while I'm in a settled situation.

Thanks.

TsukiRyoko said:

I'm sorry, Terri. She looks like such a sweet cat too. Know the good thing about sweet cats? They stay with their beloved owners even after life.


*BIG hugs*

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Thanks, sweetpea!

She better not greet the kids, we'll have to move.

Cath said:

Lovely, Terri - like MM, I'm tearing up again.

Hugs to you and your family.

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Stop, I just dried my eyes. *sniff-sniff*

*hands out tissues*

She was the best.

Soccer Mom said:

She was a beauty. What's the story behind her name? She had a beautiful face (but full of mischief!)

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When I found her in the basement of my apartment building (just a handful) I took her up stairs to my studio. We lived on the top floor right under a flight path and down the street from a hospital that ambulances went to. Every time an ambulance went by or a plane came in for a landing, and it was loud, her eyes would get the size of quarters and her ears would lay flat against her head. She looked just a monkey in her face. So I started calling her Monkeyface. Her original name was pumpkin because I found her a week before Halloween.

Here's an article I entered into a pet essay contest about her. It's not my best writing, but the point comes across.

I am most grateful to my pet for being my friend.

Rescued Nine Years Ago:
Barely big enough to fit in my hand, I was lucky to be the first one to do laundry that day in the basement of my apartment building. I couldn’t afford to feed another mouth but I couldn’t leave her behind either. I scooped up the tiny, screaming black creature and put her in my basket. During the three-flight stair hike back home the little chatterbox became mine. “Monkeyface” aka, Fat Sausage, has never let a day go by without saying thank you. I have chronic asthma (something she understands) and when I’m feeling bad she’s always there. She gently reaches out her paw and nods her head as if to say, “Are you okay.” When I’m feeling down she comes up to my lap to look at me and gives me a cat wink as if to say, “It’ll get better.” When we brought our first baby home she was there asking, “Is that thing that keeps crying staying long?” When I’m watching TV she throws herself on the floor and rolls onto her back and looks at me over her round mound as if to say, “I’m here too.” When I’m in the kitchen making tuna there she is rubbing my legs as if to say, “Don’t forget about me.” And when “mom” and “dad” are putting the kids to bed there she is quietly listening to prayers and ‘night-songs’ as if to say, “I’m family too, and for that I thank you.”

Gravity said:

That was very nice, Terri. And a moving tribute to your little friend. My wife and I are cat-lovers, and sadly have had to put down some of our pals in the past. But thankfully it was always with one of us there, holding them close as they crossed over. The last thing they saw on this earth were our faces, telling them they were loved, and how blessed we'd been by their presence. Be well.

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I wish I could have been there, but she died in surgery when they couldn't get the cyst out.

Thank you for your thoughts.

Thanks you guys. You've been really good to me.