Erbie

Erbie,
Growing up with all dogs, I never understood why people would even like cats compared to dogs. Then I deiced to get a cat. From the moment I got Erbie, she hated everyone, except me. It's so weird how cats behave, because she only seemed to love me. I could pick her up, her hissing, and she would just lay in my arms. Erbie was very territorial, our room was her room and no other animal was allowed in there. People would try to just pet her, and without warning, she would just bite them, then hiss and run off. We had this relationship where she loved me and I was the only one she'd let hold without biting, and she'd always end up purring. She was always "putty in my hands." She was truly my best friend. People, friends, family, everyone has their issues and let downs, but for her, no matter what time of day, I had a friend. When I would cry, she would come up to me and rub her head in my head to let me know she loved me. When I would just cast her aside because I didn't want to be bothered, an hour later she was sitting next to me purring, rubbing her head into mine. I miss her and love her and feel a piece of my family was taken from me too early. I know shes in heaven, with god, eating tuna and crab and anything else her greedy self wants, but my selfish side misses her and still wishes she can be with me. I remember when I came to see her in the hospital on her last days, the nurses brought her to see me, she was limp, and tired, but as I spoke and petted her, she woke up and was walking around. She was purring and rubbing herself on me. Then I gave her back to the nurse so she can get go back and get better, and the nurse said to me "well we've never got her to purr like that" and I knew she really loved me. I love you and can't wait to see you on the other side, Erbie. Love, Mommy Michelle

Michelle Favitta