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Ella
Ella was the bravest of the kittens in terms of exploring
her new home and letting us approach her when we first
rescued the feline family. While Ella’s siblings Stewie and
Isabella were hiding behind the furniture, Ella would be the
only one hopping about like a bunny and sitting quietly by
her feline mom Tessa. Ella would often lay comfortably by
the window and observe her surroundings with a calm, regal
attitude. Later, when Ella got older, she liked to hang out
in her comfy bed by her siblings while crossing one paw over
the other. I enjoyed looking at her being so comfortable and
happy. Ella liked to hide under the blanket also, but not
because she was shy, she just liked being in a tent-like
atmosphere. I remember Ella’s pink nose poking out from
underneath the tent, her smiley face peeking through, and
her front paws either stretched out in front of her lovely
face or crossed one over the other.
Ella also enjoyed sleeping on the coffee table and if I
would happen to be on the couch right next to it, she would
swiftly jump on the couch and lie next to me. This way of
being was similarly echoed in Ella’s decision to jump on my
lap each time I was sitting by the computer. She would
always come to me and annoy me a bit, but secretly, I really
appreciated Ella’s display of affection.
When Ella’s siblings passed away, she liked to spend her
time by the entrance door; she would wait for them to come
back each day….and Ella’s ever smiley face made this
experience easier to take in. Even though I would like to
remember my little Ella while she was healthy, I will never
forget how good she was going to her chemo treatments each
week. Even her vet noted what a well behaved kitty she was
and how she would give her paw so willingly for each
treatment. I recall our weekly rides to the vet, and how
excited I was to see her again when I would pick her up. On
our way home, I would always open the carrier, and Ella
would poke her head through and watch the world go by as if
nothing was ailing her.
Ella was the tiniest of her siblings during the first stages
of her kitten hood, but she turned out to be quite a fighter
and lived to be almost 11 months old. As much as it pains me
to lose all the kittens and their mom to feline leukemia
within the same year of rescuing them, the idea of giving
them a happy, albeit short life takes precedence over any
possible reasons for not doing so.
One night in late May, I looked at Ella and knew that I
would not see her alive the next day. I said I love you to
her and kissed her many times. She appeared to understand my
message as she kept looking at me with her lovely eyes and
her smiley face. The next morning Ella was gone. We miss you
so much and will never abandon your memory.
Love you always smiley face
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