Pinky Ruth #114

 

I was born with a grey patch on the top of my head.  It disappeared as I grew into a beautiful, dignified lady. I spent the first six years of my life with another cat.  We lived with a family who abandoned us both to a shelter when we were six years old.  They kept their toddler who was annoying us.

Maddie found me facing backwards in a cage at that shelter. I had shoved my face as far back in the corner as was possible. Maddie went around to the back side of that cage and looked me in the eye.  We became friends. I had always been known as Pinky.  With Maddie, I became Pinky Ruth.  I was named after Ruth Bader Ginsberg.  

My life was better with Maddie.  I was worshiped.  I was the center of attention.  I always had a cozy spot to rest peacefully.  I had all the toys a cat could ever want. I had the best food.  And I always had the best window perches where I was able to watch the birds for as long as I wanted to.

My favorite thing to do was to sit in my scratcher box.  When I was in a good mood and feeling a bit spunky, I’d walk over to the box, hop in and roll on my back.  Maddie would come over and give me “box love”.   I’d get the best belly rubs, scratches behind my ears and long pets from Maddie during “box love”.

I was in that box, surrounded by love, when I left you all today. It was my time to go.

The 6 ½ years I spent with Maddie were the greatest gift I could have ever received. 

I was the luckiest cat.

 

Signed, for the last time, Pinky Ruth

Pinky Ruth #113

 Pinky Ruth is out of the hospital and home with Maddie Smith . She purred the entire car ride home. She is however still on the struggle bus. Hopefully some time at home in addition to her meds and treatments will help her improve.