Josie & Ripley (GA)
Member Since 2012
Previous condo.
It has been a week since Will and I helped Ripley fly free.
We miss her immensely but know in our hearts it was the right time for her to start her next chapter.
Ripley came into my life in 1998. A good friend's cat gave birth to four females on Tax Day and I knew I was eventually going to take one home. I met them when they were one day old. I had picked out the littlest kitten, Lucy. The day Lucy was old enough for me to bring home, my friend started to explain that she had been able to find homes for only three kittens. I told her I'd take the fourth one before she finished her thoughts; that was Ripley.
Ripley was never a cutesy "kitten-like" kitten ~ she was awkward, clumsy, and squawked instead of mewed. Most people mistook her for a male kitty throughout her whole life. She had a tomboyish aura. And she stole my heart. Lucy was independent and affectionate on her own terms; Ripley was a mama's girl and loved being a lap-kitty. Ripley was never a big huntress; Lucy would bring home various presents (lizards, mice, etc.) and Ripley would bring me her favorite toy. My connection with both kitties was a strong one. They moved around town with me into several different apartments; I always had to keep them under the radar, for I was not able to find landlords who allowed cats.
When Will and I found this house 10 years ago, my two girls and his cat Smokey became roommates. Soon after, we rescued Marley, a big dog with a heart the size of the world. Marley and Ripley had similar personalities and got along better than any of the three cats did. Lucy crossed the bridge three years ago and Ripley became My One And Only. And when Ripley was diagnosed with feline diabetes last year (and later CKD and anemia), my bond with her deepened in a whole new, wonderful way.
Ripley became my best teacher.
She helped me learn about patience and love.
And patience.
And how to live in the present.
And patience.
I have too many photos to share here, but I chose some favorites for several slide shows. There's no music attached, and each is about a minute long.
Ripley's life, from kitten-hood on. I think she aged quite well:
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Two peas in a pod:
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Her favorite part of the day. There's a short video at the end:
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(I had many short videos of Ripley to choose from; almost each one begins with her basking or doing something cute and ends with her noticing me, walking up to me, and headbutting the camera.)
Although I'm writing in honor of Ripley, it's this board that I also want to recognize with my whole heart. You all had an important role in helping my girl thrive and become healthy. Without you, Will and I wouldn't have been able to enjoy a whole extra year of good-quality life with Ripley. And what a year it was. You held my hand when I was scared and trying to make sense of her FD diagnosis and treatment. You became her cheerleaders and embraced her with love and compassion. And you shared and felt our loss when we let her go. Thank you. Each and every one of you.
My favorite hat model:
And finally, a rare audio recording of her famous squawks:
[youtube]/0WaxFzNaEcw[/youtube]
I will always, always love you, my sweet girl. ♥♥♥♥♥
It has been a week since Will and I helped Ripley fly free.
We miss her immensely but know in our hearts it was the right time for her to start her next chapter.
Ripley came into my life in 1998. A good friend's cat gave birth to four females on Tax Day and I knew I was eventually going to take one home. I met them when they were one day old. I had picked out the littlest kitten, Lucy. The day Lucy was old enough for me to bring home, my friend started to explain that she had been able to find homes for only three kittens. I told her I'd take the fourth one before she finished her thoughts; that was Ripley.
Ripley was never a cutesy "kitten-like" kitten ~ she was awkward, clumsy, and squawked instead of mewed. Most people mistook her for a male kitty throughout her whole life. She had a tomboyish aura. And she stole my heart. Lucy was independent and affectionate on her own terms; Ripley was a mama's girl and loved being a lap-kitty. Ripley was never a big huntress; Lucy would bring home various presents (lizards, mice, etc.) and Ripley would bring me her favorite toy. My connection with both kitties was a strong one. They moved around town with me into several different apartments; I always had to keep them under the radar, for I was not able to find landlords who allowed cats.
When Will and I found this house 10 years ago, my two girls and his cat Smokey became roommates. Soon after, we rescued Marley, a big dog with a heart the size of the world. Marley and Ripley had similar personalities and got along better than any of the three cats did. Lucy crossed the bridge three years ago and Ripley became My One And Only. And when Ripley was diagnosed with feline diabetes last year (and later CKD and anemia), my bond with her deepened in a whole new, wonderful way.
Ripley became my best teacher.
She helped me learn about patience and love.
And patience.
And how to live in the present.
And patience.
I have too many photos to share here, but I chose some favorites for several slide shows. There's no music attached, and each is about a minute long.
Ripley's life, from kitten-hood on. I think she aged quite well:
[youtube]/-n0WYmLRhJQ[/youtube]
Two peas in a pod:
[youtube]/GY1xwlWx-zo[/youtube]
Her favorite part of the day. There's a short video at the end:
[youtube]/zukwXpWRW5A[/youtube]
(I had many short videos of Ripley to choose from; almost each one begins with her basking or doing something cute and ends with her noticing me, walking up to me, and headbutting the camera.)
Although I'm writing in honor of Ripley, it's this board that I also want to recognize with my whole heart. You all had an important role in helping my girl thrive and become healthy. Without you, Will and I wouldn't have been able to enjoy a whole extra year of good-quality life with Ripley. And what a year it was. You held my hand when I was scared and trying to make sense of her FD diagnosis and treatment. You became her cheerleaders and embraced her with love and compassion. And you shared and felt our loss when we let her go. Thank you. Each and every one of you.
My favorite hat model:
And finally, a rare audio recording of her famous squawks:
[youtube]/0WaxFzNaEcw[/youtube]
I will always, always love you, my sweet girl. ♥♥♥♥♥