This is in rememberance of my sweet girl, Muffin, who was euthanized three years ago because of kidney failure. My story with her is a wonderful one and one that serves as a lesson and a warning. I was nine years old when I aqcuired her. I was young and didn't know any better, so when I saw her and her siblings in our town's pet shop, I knew I had to have her. We bought her for eighty dollars.

Throughout her life, Muffin was a relatively healthy cat, but she did have her problems. She had skin issues and was always licking bald patches in herself. On top of that, while she was young we could never keep weight on her. She would eat and eat and eat, but she stayed rail thin and the vet's couldn't figure out why. As she got older, she was able to put on weight and she grew out of her health problems until one day when she started urinating in the house. We took her to the vet and she was euthanized two days later. My point is we never knew exactly what her issues were, but it's likely they were due to bad breeding. We didn't know where she came from. I'll never buy any animal from a pet store again as long as I live.

In any case, Muffin was a great cat. I don't like cats in general, but she was amazing. She'd follow me around the house and she was always communicating with me. She'd be waiting by the front door every day when I came home from school. When she was a kitten, she'd fall asleep on my chest at night purring. As she grew older, she moved to my pillow. I woke up many a night with her taking up my entire pillow.

She never drank water normally. She'd sit by the bowl, dip her paw in it, and lick the water from her paw. She hated stepping in the litter box and always shook her legs vigorously after exiting it. I remember when I brought my dog Mila home, she stopped sleeping in bed with me. But when she'd get lonely at night, she'd walk around the house yowling. And I'd get out of bed and she'd come running to me and we'd sit and share in each other's company for about half an hour until she fell asleep. She had this habit of wanting to lay on anything I put on my bed. She'd come in while I was doing homework and plop down right on my text book and look at me, purring.

I remember one time I was giving her a bath and she hated those at first. This was when she was about four. She freaked out and launched herself out the bathroom window and ran around to my bedroom windowsill. When I found her she was glaring at me. I swear this cat let you know when she was angry. She'd just scrunch up her eyebrows and glare. But eventually she grew to tolerate the bath. She'd just stand there looking at me like I was a horrible person the entire time I was bathing her.

Muffin was my favorite companion. She was an avid mouse hunter and was always bringing them to me or laying them on my bed. It was gross, but I could only ever praise her for doing it and thank her for the present. She was a great cat and I'll always miss her.



Rest in peace, sweet girl. We'll meet again someday. =)

What a lovely story. Muffin sounds like a perfect girl. You must miss her but you have your memories of Muffin to remember her by.
R.I.P Muffin

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Oh she was really a beautiful girl and as the previous post said you have all those memories.

Thank you all =) Yeah, the memories I have are awesome. As they say, it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I think that can apply here. She may be gone now, but she enriched my life while she was here and continues to enrich it even now.

Thats such a touching and truthful story - Sounds like Muffin had a very special place in your heart.

Thank you for sharing Muffin's story with us xxx

Run free at the bridge little one, chasing butterflies with our Angels xxx

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