I had this whole blog planned to talk about the “Brainstorming and Beer BBQ” I had to start off my Once-Acre project. However my blog subject changed to my dear sweet cat Stella. I can’t stop thinking about her so I thought I would write about her instead. Writing is my therapy and this blog is like my new journal. Meet Stella…
She had personality. Almost every guest that stayed at the Bed and Breakfast adored her. Stella always wanted to be an only child. Man did she ever want to be an only child. She wanted to be an indoor cat too with all the wet food, fresh fish, and tenderloin that one beautiful cat could handle. Unfortunately though she was an outdoor cat and had a sister named Coco. She did have wet food, fish, and tenderloin which may or may not have made up for being an outdoor cat and sister to a hipper active lab. Stella was a good friend. I loved her dearly.
Stella like most cats liked to play hard to get unless there was food involved. The day I took this picture I was trying to capture her amazing blue eyes. So I did an Army crawl through the carport an under tables and chairs covering myself in spider webs and fearing I would get bitten by a centipede. As I crawled on my belly I laughed to myself imagining what it looked like to the guests at the Bed and Breakfast. Suddenly my laughter turned to fear. Fear of what they would write on trip advisor. Naturally, I explained the situation and reassured them I would wash my hands before making them breakfast.
Coco wanted so badly to be best friends with Stella. Unfortunately but Stella always had a “my name is Stella Montoya. You licked my face prepare to die” attitude.
This week Stella let Coco groom her, lick her ears, and sniff her hinny. That was how I knew Stella was not right. She would just lay there and let Coco have her way. Then I noticed that she stopped eating and a few other things happened that I am not prepared to talk about. So Saturday I made a very tearful very difficult decision that ended up with a trip to the vet’s office. While I waited in the vet’s office I pet her and cried for what felt like an eternity. I thanked her for being a good friend. Told her about the happiness she brought me and how she enriched my life. I whispered that I loved her and told her where we would put her to rest. It was hard. God it was so hard. But it was the right thing to do.
This is such a sweet picture. It makes me tear up because she loved our landscaper. She would follow him around and wait for him to give her some love and attention. When I was trying to get this picture I couldn’t get her to lift her head so I had him come over and pet her and give her a little love. Look at her face she is smiling.
This was the last picture I took of her. I loved her. I will miss her. Coco, our landscapers, and our guests will miss her too.
I am so glad I got that off my chest. Thanks for listening.