I adopted a siamese cat in 1995. I named him Luna and he became my constant buddy.
He would follow me everywhere. If I was watching tv he was on the couch with
me, if I was taking a shower he was sitting on the toilet waiting for me to get
out. He would sleep under the covers with me every night. I know it sounds stupid
but when I had problems I would just cuddle with him and it seemed to make everything
all better. He was my constant thing in life that I knew I could depend on.
I moved into my own apartment in August 2004 and then in January I realized he
was very skinny. The vet diagnosed him with cancer. It was too far along to treat
it but he didn't seem to be in any pain so I couldn't put him down yet. I knew
it was going to be the hardest thing I ever had to do, he was my best friend.
He seemed fine until April when he started to wheeze and I knew it was time.
It was 11 pm when I took him for an emergency euth. I buried him the next day
at my grandmothers where we had spent 10 years together, under a bleeding heart
bush. Later that day I bought a bracelet with a heart charm and had it engraved
with "Luna 4-9-05"
I went to the humane society two days later to look at dogs, even though I had
no intention of adopting another pet so soon. I had to walk past the cat cages
to get to the dog kennel and this little calico looked me in the eyes and meowed.
I thought she was cute but kept walking. I went to visit my gramma after and
told her about what the cat did. When she went back with me later that day to
look at a dog I thought she would like, the same cat reached out and hit me with
her paw when we walked by. I stopped and petted her and told my gramma this was
the cat I was telling her about.
Out of curiosity I looked at her card to see what her name was. I grabbed my
gramma's arm and stood there in kind of a shock when it said that cat's name
was Luna. I couldn't believe it... needless to say she came home with me that
day. It was like some sort of sign or something, I think... we've settled in
nicely together and I renamed her Mushu. The weird thing is that she does a lot
of the same things Luna did- from following me everywhere to being right there
waiting for me to get out of the shower. It makes me sad and I still cry sometimes
when she really reminds me of him. I miss Luna and always will but I think that
Mushu was supposed to find me.
I guess this isn't that interesting or amazing to you but may be very coincidental.
But to me, this is amazing. Mushu won't take the place of Luna but maybe just
carry on his story.
The Infinite Cat Project
Presented by Mike Stanfill, Private Hand