G.G. Cookie, my oldest and dearest kitty-baby…..is dead. My heart is broken and I can’t stop the tears. Cookie, Candy, Sugar Babe, and Cubby are my life-- my family.
Now, each one of us--–in our own way---is mourning the loss of one of our own. Cookie loved us all but had the strongest bond with Big Dog-Cubby. She followed him through the house,
ate beside him, slept next to him, and….Cubby, very patiently, loved Cookie back. Both yesterday and today, Candy and Sugar Babe sensed something was wrong as they wandered the house… looking in closets, under beds, checking Cookie’s
Two nights ago, after taking Cubby outside for a final walk, Cookie rushed past me before I could close the door. After several attempts to catch him in the dark,
I was forced to go in the house. For the next 3 or 4 hours, I kept opening the front door and back door, calling for him, blinking the outside lights, waiting for him to show his face but--- I never saw him again.
Yesterday, Friday 13th, I printed flyers with Cookie’s picture, and distributed them. I also asked a neighbor on one side of me, working in his yard, if he’d keep a lookout for Cookie.
As I tried to give him my phone number, he turned and walked away… without a word. I’d already been told that my “chaplain” neighbor wasn’t friendly, and not to be surprised if he never introduced himself.
One helpful neighbor mentioned the HSV Animal Welfare League and told me to call them. My call was returned by a very sympathetic, concerned-sounding woman who urged me to send Cookie’s photo
so she could issue a “Lily” Alert for my missing cat. On and on, throughout the day, I searched for Cookie.
I walked the neighborhood, looking for Cookie, calling
Cookie’s name, and I carefully studied the Creek that runs directly behind my property. Because the Creek lies at the bottom of two steep embankments covered with trees, knee-deep leaves, and brush, I can only view it from the top at a safe distance.
I spent yesterday searching for Cookie, thinking of ways to find Cookie. Something inside told me I must find Cookie before the impending rain, the flooding, the blackness, and the frightening
sounds of thunder. When it was almost dark, Cubby and I got back in the car to make another search of the area, even stopping to look at an abandoned house whose backyard overlooks the creek. We looked on the empty house’s front porch, its deck,
and its carport but….we didn’t find Cookie.
It stormed most of the night and the storm’s violent sounds were agonizing to my ears and my heart. All I could
think about was Cookie, my baby, all alone and afraid. Nothing hurts more than the pain of helplessness.
First thing this morning, I checked the front porch, the back door, and the
deck. I prayed that Cookie had wandered on to someone’s porch and been taken inside. Cookie was so loving and so friendly, so completely irresistible…. I tried to stay hopeful.
My printer was low on ink so I began dressing. I needed to buy the necessary supplies, then start distributing flyers and again.... look for Cookie.
the blinds in my bedroom, I was thankful to see the Sun waking up. Looking at the creek’s fast-moving water, now at a much-higher level than yesterday, my eyes followed the water past my property, then past my neighbor’s property and then…..I
saw him. Lying on his side with one paw extended, like he was reaching out, was my Cookie. He appeared to be on a flat rock with clear water rushing over him. I screamed. I panicked. Because of the steep embankment, I couldn’t reach
him, pull him out of the water, hold him close.
The day before, a woman had knocked on my door, introduced herself as Laura, a teacher, and said to call her if I needed help. She
also introduced her husband, Gary, a policeman for Hot Springs Village and handed me his card.
I grabbed Gary’s card and called the police. The woman who answered said
she would send an officer to my house shortly. Susan was the name of the officer who so-patiently listened as I cried about Cookie. Susan quietly followed me to the bedroom to look out the same window I’d looked through earlier….
to experience the reason for my grief. Within minutes, Susan rescued Cookie from the water, placed him in a fresh, dry box, and put him in my car.
Bless the police for being
concerned about my feelings. After consulting me about my wishes for Cookie, they alerted a nearby animal hospital of my situation. When I arrived, the hospital attendants respectfully removed Cookie from my car, and moved quickly to process my
credit card information.
Cookie’s ashes will lie in a little red, wooden box beside the bed…. next to me, next to Cubby, and close to the other two cats.
Someday, each of us will be ashes but….that will never separate us. LOVE is LOVE regardless of age, time, form, or matter. LOVE brought us together and LOVE will keep us united...never
Thank You, God, for sharing Cookie with me for more than nine years. Please hold him in your arms…keep him close….and keep loving him.
Remind Cookie that Cubby, Candy, Sugar Babe and I….will never stop missing him and loving him.....always. Someday, we'll all be together again.