Keepers of the Truth

Today is a very sad day for me.  I had to put down one of my cats.  Not just any of my cats, but my mother cat.  No, she was not the birth mother of any other animals, but she was the cat who acted most like a mother.  Bagheera was the cat most likely to give a bath to a fellow kitty.  She was the one who would crawl into the litter box after someone else got done and make sure everything was covered over.  Ra would come and sit with me or Mrs. Grotto if we were sick or upset.  Every night when I crawl into bed she jumps up on my back and crawls over to lay beside me. She is the only of the cats to not be afraid of the dog. They lay together and go nose to nose. While I wouldn't classify them as best friends, they respected each other as equals.
Baggie came to me from an exgirlfriend, but I think I was the one who named her.  I had said that a black cat needs to be named after the mighty protector of the Jungle Book.  Later I would start to call her Baggie-Ra like the leader characters in Watership Down.  She was not really the Queen of my cats, but she was the caretaker, the lover, the calming force.
Bagheera will always be missed.  I can't believe she is the first of my cats to go.  I don't know of any time when she wasn't the picture of health.  I cried today harder than I have cried in a very long time.  I will continue to cry for my Ra.  She will be missed every night as I go to sleep.  She will be missed as I sit at my computer.  She will be missed when it is kitty drink time.  She will be missed by her brother who will have noone to rape anymore.  She will be missed by her little sister who will have no one to chase her.  She will be missed by her mommy who liked to have her lay on her tummy and warm the egg.  She will be missed, but never forgotten.
I love you Bagheera
 

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