In Loving Memory of Spaz (R.I.P)

This is a tribute to my kitty cat Spaz, who died of cat kidney disease.
Spaz the cat who taught me so much about life…
Gone but never forgotten..

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Believe it or not, I never used to like cats, but I have always loved dogs. Ken is a cat person, and he has a black cat. My first day in the US, as soon as we got home I was introduced to a black hair ball called “Spaz”. During the day while Ken was at work I had to stay home with the (pretty) hair ball. Our first week at home together, whatever I did and wherever I was I would see her peeking around the corner. As soon as I looked in her direction, she would scurry back to her hiding place. Was she a stalker? (Ha! ha! no! no!) It seemed as though, she was not used to staying home with a stranger like me.

After two or three weeks of living together she finally came to me. I remember that she sat in the middle of the living room floor, and started talking (meow, meow) to me. Even though I was not a cat person, I understood that she finally accepted to live with the change.

A week later, she moved our relationship to the next level by rubbing her head against my legs, and even insisting upon being petted and scratched behind the ears. So, I played with her and we had been good friends ever since. Now, I have learned a lot about cat behavior, I think cats do things for a reason. As for Spaz, she would let me know when she was out of food by looking at me and “Meow! Meow!” loudly or even pawing at my legs to get my attention. When I asked “What can I do for you, dear?” she would turn back and run to her empty bowl. We normally went for a walk in our back yard together; she seemed to enjoy it tremendously.

Every time she wanted to go out; she would sit right in front of the door and “Meow! Meow!” then I had to take her out or she would bug me to death. When she wanted to play she would lie on her back right in front of me, then she got what she wanted (she was somewhat manipulative, wasn’t she?..lol). Spaz really brought so much fun into my life. As I went through my day, she was always playing and following me around the house. She was soft, gentle and loyal, I could tell her any of my secrets and they would never be revealed (of course). We spent a lot of time together; we loved each other very much. I petted her to express my feelings I had for her, she seemed to understand what I was trying to tell her. Every time I petted her, she would look at me with her eyes wide with love and admiration. Gosh! I really loved those eyes!

There was another thing I liked about Spaz was that she was easy to train, so I named her as “Maw meow” which means cat in Thai. Apparently, she learned it very fast, every time I called her the Thai name she would stop what she was doing to come to me. Spaz was not only my pet, but she was also my friend.

I sometimes had a nightmare at night and was scared to sleep alone. And, Spaz came in very handy, I felt safe when she was with me. Now, I love cats, she changed me so completely. I am a cat person!!! 🙂

 

In loving memory of my very first cat “Spaz” who had taught me so much about life, love, loss and happiness. Rest in peace my sweetheart. You will always be in my heart. I still love you so very much! This is real life, real loss and real love. Even though love cannot heal kidney disease, but it sure does heal a broken spirit….I believe real love will live forever.  Spaz was gone but my love for her will never die!