Altair di Betazed
12/12/2009 - 10/05/2015
| Rome, May the 10th, 2015 A plain and simple ice cube, you did not want so much, just a plain and simple ice cube was enough to make you happy. Maybe I will no longer be able to look at that corner aside the refrigerator without thinking about you, you that will arrive running and sit there hopefully. How did you like the sound of those cubes ticking down from the dispenser, and how much you enjoyed that little bit of frozen water sliding on the floor in front of your paws, when it "accidentally" fell down on the floor every time we took some, while you were trying to get it on the fly as it came out. And every time that you noticed we were carrying some cocktail glasses you immediately understood what was going on and run there before us, in your little corner, your face happy and hopeful, your eyes wide opened, chirping more than meowing... You have always been sleeping with us, in the midst of our pillows between me and Laura, between our shoulders and our heads, looking for phisical contact with your beloved Laura, your fixed point in the world, your human mom you've always loved and followed around in home just like a dog would do, walking on her pace and footprints. You have been with us for only five years, too short, and you gave us only one kitten, but one of the most beautiful born here. And it certainly was not your fault, poor love, if you had just one kitten. You were born to be a mother, although initially you were supposed to stay with us just as a pet, but when you saw Ro Laren's newborn kittens you simply went crazy after them! You wanted them all for you, you were always trying to take them and bring them to your place and milking them, but of course you had no milk and we had to bring them back immediately to their mother while you were crying and looking for them because you wanted "your" kittens back... That was the time when we decided that you really had to give birth to a litter of your own, the first litter born from parents both in our cattery name, a litter of which we were proud as much as you were... And already that time things have not gone as we hoped, a difficult delivery, no contractions, the two kittens never desceded, the cesarean-section with a cut so wide and so high that we were to forced to neuter you. But you really were mother inside, even with that big wound you never left your only living daughter for a single moment, you've milked, nursed, petted, heated and always taken care of her. And when, a few weeks after, Nessie gave birth to her five kittens it took only a few days before they too became your children, all together, all on top of you, submerged in the nursery with that small herd taking some milk at every time of day and night. Also last litter of which you've seen the birth meant for you joy and love, even until a few hours before leaving us you were playing with Guinan as if yourself were a happy and carefree kitten... And then, cursed fate, right on Mother's Day, the night race to the clinic with you gasping, your heavy breath... x-rays, tests, medications, artificial breathing, heart massage ... nothing has been of any use. You passed away in front of us, with your eyes wide open as always, opened like in wonder, the wonder you felt for those little things that you loved, things that you loved as your kittens, enough to give meaning to your life and your days spent with us... all those little and normal things... just like a plain and simple ice cube. |
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