Today was a terrible and tragic day for me. My beloved cat Shayla passed away. Shayla was with me for the past 13 years of my life. She was my constant companion when I was single and struggling to make ends meet living in a one bedroom apartment and just barely scraping by. She was the smiling face that greeted me at the door when I returned from work to an empty apartment. She was 13 years old and quite the spunky old lady. As a matter of fact I used to call her "My old lady Kitty". She would meow loudly in delight every time I touched her or rubbed her with my foot. That' right, she loved a good massage with my foot and she'd come running as soon as I motioned my foot her way.
This afternoon my husband accidentally backed over her with my car as he was exiting the garage to wash my car. She liked to hang out in the garage and lay out on the concrete floor. It wasn't unusual to find her stretched out and relaxing in the afternoons. My husband had no idea that she had decided to sit under the car this afternoon and so he was unaware of what happened until he got out of the car to wash it. He came and got me and I immediately burst into tears and hurriedly tried to pick her up to get her to the vet when I realized that it would be no use. I sat down next to her and stroked her fur and told her I loved her until she eventually took her last breath. I have cried inconsolably for the better part of the day and I am sure I will continue to cry for some time.
I decided to take her into the vet's office to have her cremated so that I can keep a part of her with me always. She was so special and she meant so much to me so if you can, give your doggy or kitty and extra hug and kiss for me tonight in remembrance of my dear, sweet, little Shayla Mae.