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When Frieda died...A rainy night, coming from a concert, three apartments from mine I saw this frightening, wet, sad-looking cat, her fluffy hair was drooping on the grass. Obviously to get under cover she went a lot under the rain. I said to myself, I will pick her up and keep her until I find a decent home for her.
She stayed with me for almost a month. She adored my apartment. I have nver seen an animal so happy with its closed environment. She dreaded to go out and she never got close to the door. Finally a friend of mine came to pick her up and take her to his apartment.
She couldn't take it! She was well treated, well fed and she had all the affection, yet she missed my placed and did not eat at all. My friend told me about the situation and we decided to bring her back to my place. The week she was out of it I really missed the little animal with so many insignificant habits and every corner of my apartment seemed to be missing something.
How happy she was when she returned! Everything went back to normal. She loved my place. It was HER home. She ate and her life went to the recently adquired normality.
Two years she lived there and then, possibly by contact with alley cats that visited her in my small patio, she got leukemia. It was fast. When I realized how skinny she was, I took her to the vet, and he told me she wold live one week at the most. "Do you want me to put her to sleep? " he asked. "Is she going to suffer a lot?" "No, he answered. She is too weak, maybe some convulsion." I decided to take her. She was going to die in the same place she loved so much!
Her favorite food was ham. She just adored ham! But she didn't want to eat any more. Not even ham. But I insisted. And three days before her dead, she ate it! Next day i brought her another slice and she ate, too!
Next morning. She was in the bathroom, lying on the cold floor, agonizing and she meawed out loud. I jumped out of bed went to see her. She was jerking her paw, I hold it in my hand and she died. When I cleaned her place I found three slices of ham hidden under her mat.
In Loving Memory of Frieda Copyright © Ralph Rewes
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