Spookie from Havana

by Patricia
(Havana, Florida)

Spookie was born to a feral mom in 2012. The other kittens from the litter were caught and found homes.

I called her Spookie for two reasons. First, she was an orange and black Halloween colored cat. Second, because she was always spooked. Spookie had pretty, long hair and a white fluffy bib under her neck.

I caught her in the Spring of 2014, she was already grown. She was spayed and the required vaccinations given, which was the only time in her short life that she was close to humans.

She was found dead in the front yard two weeks ago. Something must have chased her in the street and she was hit by a car.

Spookie was only three years old, too young to have used all of her nine lives. She didn't have enough time to learn to trust me. She would not eat until I went inside the house.

Spookie never felt the loving touch of a kind hand. I don't know if she would have ever learned to trust.

I can't believe how much I miss that cat. I miss seeing her on the front porch, hiding behind the potted plants, waiting for her dish to be filled and following the other cat, Flick around the yard.

Flick was the only one of my other four cats that she befriended. I know he must miss her too.

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Apr 20, 2015
by: M. Boydstun

I majored in English in college, and one of my classes was Romantic Poets and Essayists. One of the poets we studied was William Wordsworth. One of his prodigious output of work is one that my professor called "arguably the most beautiful poem in the English language." "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey". Part of it says,

"These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
*On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love.* Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened: -- that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on, --
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things".
He's talking about a beautiful place he visited, an abbey that had been ruined for being uncooperative to Henry VIII. By the time he went there in the 1820's, it had become a beauty spot.
(asterisks are my addition). I'm sure Spookie appreciated you, but was simply too scared to let you close.

Apr 18, 2015
Lovely Spookie
by: Anne

I'm sure she felt the caring you offered her even though she could not show it. I believe that no act of kindness goes unrecognized. So sorry you lost her before you had a chance to really get to know her.

Apr 17, 2015
by: luna

I am sorry; she was beautiful. I am sure she knew you cared deeply for her. Of course her friend misses her too.

Apr 17, 2015
by: Anonymous

It was a great looking cat, sorry for your loss.

Apr 12, 2015
by: Anonymous

I am sorry for your loss.

Apr 11, 2015
I'm sorry for your loss
by: Kurt (Admin)

What a gorgeous creature, taken too soon. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to win her over, but thank you for caring for her.

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