A Date with Death – she’s my kind of rain

Glancing through old journals, I came across one entitled “The House call – a Date with Death” I wrote it on this date in 2003, on the actual day it happened January 9, 2003

Journal Entry 2/6/03 – Aerie:

I can put it into words now, It’s been a month since Sabrina passed.  My beautiful star-white angora cat was 23 years old.  She could barely walk and refused food and water toward the end, but life would not let her go.  She needed my help and one morning told me so in the only way she could.  She stood, looked me in the eye, wet her blanket and lay back down.  I picked her up, wrapped her in a fresh blanket and made the call.”

I still remember the kind young vet who made house calls, sitting with me on the couch with Sabrina between us on her favorite blanket.  He and I stroked her as the drugs had their way and she breathed her last as the strains of Tim McGraw’s ‘She’s My Kind of Rain’ played on the radio.  I still get moist eyed every time I hear that song.

Twenty-three years was almost half my lifetime, so it took several months before I could rescue another cat.  I briefly considered another white cat, but thought better of it.  I would expect her to another Sabrina and that wouldn’t be fair.

I have Jazmine now.  She is shiny obsidian black – Yin to Sabrina’s Yang.

Where Sabrina was star white (yang), Jazmine is black satin (yin).    Aptly  so, their personalities are as diverse as yin and yang, and I’m grateful.  Another white cat would only disappoint as I’d expect her to live up to my first. 


That wouldn’t be fair.

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