Abigail Pussycat...1992-2008

About Abby- Abigail Pussycat.

She came to us a broken down, skinny kitten, living on the street, drinking puddle water and munching on bugs, tiny and sad , not knowing how to play.

She Showed up at Daiv's old apartment porch one Halloween night and meowed, the only time I ever heard her make a sound. She was meant to be apart of our lives and it was obvious she had made her choice. We named her Abigail after my favourite play "The Crucible"

We couldn't keep her in either of our apartments, so we decided to move in together.( Isn't that what all of us would do :)?)
It is because of Abby that our life moved in the direction it did, together as a family...she was the force behind it all. That was 16 years ago.

We discovered she was pregnant and her kittens were born, 5 in all...beautiful... but Abby got very sick, almost died and she and her kittens had to spend some long days at the ER til she came around.
She never let her kittens down for a second though...an amazing and generous mom.

We kept Flame.....the most intriguing of the bunch and I know Abby was grateful they didn't all abandon her.
I think that close touch with the spirit world changed her somehow.
She was simply the wisiest, bravest, most courageous soul I have ever known. There was a knowing in her eyes that trancsended her species and our realm.

After that time, we knew there was something even more special about Abby than we had understood. She was a sort of changeling kitty....she would appear and then poof, and then reappear , right where you were looking. Our Gray Ghost.


She rose above death, more times than I care to count, and it was years before she was finally diagnosed with triaditis.
Even with being that sick for moments in her life...she never lost her grace or dignity and would let us do anything we needed to help her...never a raised paw, never a harsh look. Right til the end.

She taught each of the new addititions to our house about love, interspecies especially :), and would seemingly host tea parties with neighbouring kitties in our backyard. Alway a Duchess...always the Matriarch, holding court. Her nobility was awesome.

Setting her free was an easy decision to make, because she made it, and she communicated with me that she knew her body was done, and it was time to move on. Little did we know she had kept intestinal lymphoma, a fast moving and hugely invasive cancer, at bay until I came home and spent a happy week, playing and snuggling and not knowing there was anything nearly so serious moving inside her.
She was so happy the day we went to the vet for the last time....she had a great couple of meals of some of her favourite food, we had napped together..snuggled up and she had spent the day before chasing butterflies and hanging under the butterfly bush in our yard with me.
Truly, hard to believe there was cancer right under the surface, it moves fast.

I will miss her soft, soft bunny fur and her eyes, but her energy and spirit lives amongst us and I am so ....so very grateful to have known this beautiful spirit in my lifetime.

Farewell my friend.... she leaves a legacy of courage and healing for other kitties in her wake.