Somewhere over the rainbow bridge, the Daisy blossoms!

 

Somewhere, over the rainbow bridge,

there my little Daisy blooms.   In the

midst of the bright blue sky, where

the clouds pass her by!   

Oh what a paradise,  free of the

sorrows only this world can 

bring.   

     Daisy came into my life when I went on my journey of independence as a young adult.  I got her at four months old, she was found by a trash dumpster.   The little cat won me over by purring the first time I ever held her.  My heart melted and I couldn't leave her behind.   I promised to take care of her to the best of my abilities.   These little creatures have such a profound impact on your life, your mood, your mental health.   I still sleep with my arm outstretched, because she used to curl up in my armpit and sleep.   I still remember how when I used to crochet, she would constantly attack the yarn.   She never bit me either, and I will never forget how she was such a good pet.   

     My husband and I moved to a new apartment, three years later.   We had a balcony with a big sliding door and she would love to watch the birds.   In fact, she would come out of nowhere, and would try to attack them through the window.  Thus the name "Catalope" was given to her, and I loved it so much I made it my user name for just about everything I do on the internet.   

     Unfortunately, due to the recklessness of some people in July, a huge fire broke out in our apartment complex while we were away with family.  Fortunately, she was not harmed, but she was not the same after all of that.   She wouldn't come out from hiding and we decided it was best to move her to another home.   My mother took over care for her, and that is where she remained until her last day here on earth.   

     I just wanted to tell her story here, because even though she was just an animal, she was a blessing and I will still think about her for the rest of my life.   My sweet little Daisy.