My memories today are of our former kitty, Beezy. It was fifteen years ago today that we had to say good-bye to her.
Here’s a little background: Beezy came into my life when she was around two years old. She had been surrendered to our local animal shelter. A staff member there shared with me the names of her previous owners, and as it turned out, I knew them. So I gave them a call to let them know that I had adopted her, and to ask about her favorite treats, etc.
They had given her the name “Baby”, and somehow, after I adopted her, that evolved over time into “Beezy”.
Imagine my surprise to learn that she was born in Bacon’s Castle, the same little community that I called home until I married at the age of twenty-three.
Some of you knew Beezy personally, and have heard me say that she was my kitty ‘soul-mate’. If you have pets throughout your life, you know that there’s usually that one that just stands out from the others. And that was Beezy.
Beezy was shy when visitors would come, but once she got to know you, she loved you. And, of course, Marshall was her buddy from the beginning of her time with us.
Beezy was in my life before Motor Man and I began seeing each other, but she quickly won him over, too.
If I were sitting down, she wanted to be in my lap.
She traveled with us to races when we had our motor home,
and “helped” me wrap Christmas gifts.
As her health declined, we knew that we’d have to make the difficult, but the most unselfish, decision to let her go.
There have been, and there may be other, kitties in our future, but there won’t be another Beezy.
~These Days Of Mine~
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