Patti is a friend of Winnie's Wish. She has sent gifts – the needed kind and the fun kind - to the felines (and even to the canines) here. Her gifts and emails have been a source of both material help and the kind of support that comes from knowing that she cares about what happens here. Just a couple of days ago, Patti sent THIS to Winnie's Wish:
She said I didn't have to bother with putting a picture of her gift on the blog. But this is such a wonderful gift with SO many kitties in the cathouse right now. Seemed like the perfect day to post the Wish that Patti fulfilled since this is Patti's brick story. The memorialization comes ten years later - which just goes to show how the love for a cherished pet runs long and deep. In Patti's words:
Maxine P. Mitchell (8/15/1992-02/09/2004) is, to borrow Chrystal's term, "my heart dog". My first responsibility. My first child. She loved me unconditionally. And I loved her more than anything.
I found out Max had parvo on the second day she was mine. By then I was already deeply in love, and although I was a poor newlywed, I didn't care how much it cost to make my "free" puppy better. It cost quite a bit, so the "P" was added to her name! Although it initially represented "Parvovirus", it quickly changed to "Personality"!
Max helped me make it through some very difficult times -- like when my mom died and a divorce. She was my rock -- the best listener, never judgmental. Max and I only had each other for awhile, but we eventually found happiness again with our new guy, Fred. Fred used to tell me, ''I'd divorce you, but I like your dog too much."
When Max died, a part of me died with her. She had to have emergency surgery for a diaphragmatic hernia, and when our vet opened her up, he found all sorts of cancerous tumors. Our vet called me and gave me the grim prognosis and offered to wake Max up from anesthesia so I could say goodbye. I chose not to do that as I didn't want to confuse her. Somedays I regret that decision. Instead the last thing I said to my sweet girl was "I love you. I'll see you later." And I hope someday I do.
She's been gone for ten years. I still love her and I still miss her. But I still smile whenever I hear Van Morrison's song.