The last installment in this series for now. I will continue with some of my other series I have been working on.
This story is about a cat that lived with the Sandusky family for a good many years; she was Bill's cat, and he had her since he was in high school. She lived to be nearly 17 years of age, and she was an all white Persian with bright-blue eyes. She was also completely deaf.
I will never forget my cat, "Blue Streak", who was an all-white Persian with long, luxurious fur and intense, bright-blue eyes that didn't miss much until the latter part of her long life.
"Blue Streak" came to me as a kitten when I was 16 years old, and she made me hers from the beginning. She was a very loving cat who decided that I was hers from the start, and she was my faithful companion.
She was also profoundly deaf. She couldn't hear a thing, and because of this, she was silent and when she would try to meow, not one sound would come out of her open mouth. Yet, she refused to let her handicap stop her, and she acted just like any other cat, only she didn't meow.
"Blue Streak" was so named because of her blue eyes, and she would run all over the house. She was very light and quick on her delicate pussycat feet, and it was hard to catch her when it would come to try to bathe her or take her to the vet's for her yearly rabies shot or her yearly medical checkups. Because she was a Persian, her fur was very long and loose, and she required much in the way of daily grooming and brushing. I didn't mind taking care of her or her needs; and she proved to be a very loving cat.
When the kids joined our family, she was an integral part of their lives, and they learned to love and accept her; she was always a part of their lives. They knew she was my cat, and they knew that she was basically a one person cat--and that person was ME. They knew her moods, and they knew better than to bother her, or she would hiss and swipe them with her paw.
Eventually, though, "Blue Streak" started showing her age. Arthritis, cataracts, and other health problems showed up, and it became harder and harder for her to get around. We knew that her time was near at hand, and it made me sad because she was always a part of my life, and also the lives of my wife and our children. Finally came that day when we had to say goodbye to our beloved cat, and we took her to the vet's office for her final goodbye. We came back from the vet's office an hour later, our hearts breaking and our eyes full of tears, as her suffering was finally overwith. Thanks to the shot of special medicine into her system, she was now finally at peace.
Our Ghost Cat, as we so often called her, was finally roaming free in Heaven with all the other Kitties and Doggies that had gone on to Glory before her, and she was now making new friends.
"Blue Streak". I will never forget her or the love she gave to us for all these years we had her. She was definitely a special cat who will live on in our memories and our hearts.
Karen this is a good story and it took someone in your caring caliber to write it. It is always nice to hold on to things that really made you happy, even after they pass on or wear out. Love u dear Grady
Puffy strays and something happens to make him decide he will never run away again. Judged "Outstanding" at the 2013 Writers Digest SPB Awards. Named among the best in family-friendly media, products and services 2019 by the Mom’s Choice Awards®.
I will never forget my cat, "Blue Streak", who was an all-white Persian with long, luxurious fur and intense, bright-blue eyes that didn't miss much until the latter part of her long life.
