With my grandma Myra’s death still remembered from 1997 to today, I have to say I have fond memories of her to this day up to her death in 1997. I even remember getting my first cat Emilee Marie Cuddles in 1990 to help me with death. I had a plan, but God had his plan in place. My grandparents my mother’s side had died in 1997 and 2003, and Emilee passed away on November 14, 2006, at the age 16 years, 5 months, and 2 weeks. She lived a good, long life with me. She was my first sassy cat. We could have a conversation and every meow had never changed. She was very sassy and told you what she needed and wanted with gusto and never backed down. I got a white cat with blue eyes named Bing Crosby one month and four days later. He was a year and a half and lived 14 years with me, then I got a cat named Kirk from the humane society and changed his name to Magic Salem Victor, and he was 5 months old when I adopted him. He is a black cat with brown eyes. He is called a house panther, and he has sass like Emilee, the loves like Bing Crosby, and an attitude of his very own as well. Under his black fur you can see tabby markings, and he has a couple of spots that are white-on his chest, and a V-shape white spot on his belly. He is my third kitty and I believe that my first two cats are in Magic–a reminder of them I accept with my heart. I adopted Kirk/Magic on October 6, 2020, 7 days after Bing died because the silence was killing me, and I was seeing Bing’s spirit in the kitchen a few times, and I talked to him, and he said to get my black kitty. The day I met Kirk/Magic, was October 4, 2020, and brought him home on October 6, 2020. I have had for three years now, and this little boy has turned into a fine, sassy, wild cat, and last year we were separated from one another from July 28-November 14, 2022, because I was in the hospital because of Covid, a hematoma, and blood infection that put me in two nursing homes to recuperate. It was an experience that proved to be horrid experiences and losing trust in a doctor who planned to keep me in a nursing home for good. I left AMA, found a place for therapy sessions in December 2022-October 2023. I lost my ability to walk for a year and a half, and now I am transferring from bed, to commode, and to chair with my caregivers working with me and the hard work at therapy is paying off. I have used a Hoyer from November 2022 to four months ago. I feel I have been to hell and back once again since my transplanted kidney took for the worst in 2019 when I had to return to dialysis after 31 years since my transplant on March 12, 1988, thanks to my mother who donated a kidney.
Enough of my past now. More to come tomorrow.
