| Here till the end; She fought with all her strength |
| Written by Ruby Bahena | |
Sidora was the queen of the house! She ruled everything her way. Ever since she was born she had this little quirky attitude that scared any other cat out there. She was tough, and some would say mean, but she wasnt. She just wanted all the attention to herself. She would move anyone out of her spot, especially if there was a sunny side. She had her years of troublemaking, but eventually she gave it all up when her mind caught up with her body. She was young at heart, but unfortunately her body had had enough of everything. She had seen her share of illnesses, injuries, and depression. she had been through what 10 cats would go through all their lives. She started off as a street cat, always outside fighting with any intruder that would dare cross her porch or food. She loved her chicken and melon, and she made sure everyone knew that! By the time she was 10 she had already suffered rat poisoning, eye infections, abortions, broken paw, twisted neck, teeth injuries and a car accident. That was too much for her to go through, so eventually I gradually made her an indoor cat. She was loved by everyone almost immediately. She took control of the house, the bed, the kitchen and the back door. By the time she was 17, she celebrated her birthday for the last time. She was at the place she had cared and loved for all her life. Now it was time to move on. My family bought a house and now it was time to go. She loved the new place! She loved sitting in the grass on those nice summer days and just laying there, ignoring the countless times I would call her to come in. She loved that there was an upstairs and a downstairs. She had her own bed and corner, it was perfect! But here time in the new house was cut short, when all of a sudden she showed symptoms of becoming sick. She started losing weight, drinking lots of water, sleeping more, and eating less- not to mention using the bathroom a lot more. We eeventually found out she had kidney failure, but there was nothing we could do. Months later, she passed away on her own at 2 AM at the vets office. It was devastating when I called and was told she had passed away. I was silent for a moment... it was getting a little hard to breath, my heart dropped. It was horrible to feel that way, I had lost Biggy, now the house would seem so strange without her. The worst feeling ever came when I went to pick up her ashes. When the vet gave me that little box she was now in, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I got choked up, I was reliving the moment again and finally realized she was gone. She died at the age of 17 1/2 years,a year younger than me. It´s now so much harder to wake up everyday,knowing she isnt here. There are so many times when i wish she could still be here. Her bed hasnt been used, her plate is empty and my heart has this horrible aching that just wont go away. I miss her so much! May she rest in peace and always be loved by those around her. She deserves the best. June 12,1989- December 1, 2006 
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