We know we have been quiet lately, which is odd for MamaBreak. We promise we have lots of review, giveaways, and recipes coming.
Last week, our MamaBreak family lost one of our fuzzy members. It has been a very hard time for our entire family. My cat of 17 years passed away and it breaks my heart to even write it. We were so fortunate to spend the last 17 years with her, but my heart and soul misses her terribly.
I was never a cat person, so my mom giving my a cat for a birthday gift seemed a little off. She said the moment she saw the cat, she knew I needed her-- and it turns out I did. The moment I held her, something in me just clicked into place. I felt like my heart had finally found a home. She was so terribly small, and when I brought her home I discovered she could not eat solid food. For 2 weeks I hand fed her with an eye dropper and a bottle. I brought her to bed with me every night, and she slept on the pillow next to mine. She was my "baby" long before I ever had children, and even before I met my husband.
We went through a lot together. Heartaches, break-ups, graduate school, a thesis, a dissertation, countless moves to new homes and new states, a marriage, and the birth of my 3 amazing children. She stuck with me through it all and was always by my side. Always faithful, always loving.
Because I hand fed her, she believed she was a person. She refused to drink from a water bowl, only from the sink. She liked to be carried over the shoulder, and she loved "talking" with me.
I miss everything about her. Her smell, her snuggles, her greeting me at the door when I come home. She was my best friend and my first baby. She will be missed dearly.