We called her Peridot because of the color of her eyes. She lived on the property of a very old woman who said she wasn't allowed to keep cats in her house. We passed by there each day, and Peridot was always close by, waiting to meet us with her broken purr-box. Raspy rumbles and a cute jagged meow were always accompanied by loving rubs and figure-eights around our legs until we sat down long enough for her to engage a lap. Being an outdoor cat can be difficult when it gets cold, so we made sure she was always warm, and had somewhere to go. The old woman took the best care of her she could, though it wasn't always enough. It seems that her real owners couldn't care less. We removed dreads and mats the size of a thumb from her coat on a regular basis, and always brought her food and treats. As she was getting older - eleven or twelve - she still had a lot of time ahead of her, we wanted to get her a real home with a real family. A roof above her head for her to live the rest of her days was what we wanted for her, but getting permission was difficult and the animal control here isn't no-kill. This picture is a memorial to her, who was taken from this plane too soon, and violently - maimed by some large animal and left to die alone. We hope we will see her again - we still love you, pretty girl. Photo : Bowen Sanders & Laurel Noelle |
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