hey homies, i guess by now you have noticed that jodie is MIA.
i told her i would not repeat what she was going through when she told me last week.
i received an email from jodie today. she asked for me to share with all of you the following email.
she loves her babies very much. i can understand how difficult the days are for her and mike right now. i told her that her screen name is still an honor to vanessa.
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Hi everyone.
This is a message I loathe to write, but our little Vanessa died
suddenly on
Thursday night. She was only 8 years old. We don't know what
happened. We
heard a sort of crash and then found her at the foot of the stairs not
breathing. We couldn't save her, and the nearest emergency hospital
was
about 20 miles away; way too far for a little one who was already not
breathing. Of course we'd had a very typical day up until then so this
was
completely unexpected.
Vanessa was such a sweet cat. She was also very afraid of everything,
and
it took a long time for her to like anyone.
We got her so young that she was never properly weaned from her mom.
Try as
I might, I was unable to get her to bottle feed. For whatever reason,
she
nursed on my earlobe instead. My left one was never good enough. She
preferred my right ear lobe.
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She had big pretty eyes, and when you pet on her, she lifted her butt
in
thanks and drooled.
While her brother Alex would always chase us and follow our every move
to
make sure he was fed, Vanessa always waited at her place in the dining
room
and patiently waited to be fed. She ate very slowly, and we would have
to
ward off Alex who finished quickly and would go after Nessa's share.
Even if you brushed Vanessa twice a day, she'd still shed enough hair
to
coat a small dog.
I had to cancel more than one Vet appointment for her because she so
feared
her pet carrier, we had too hard of a time getting her to go anywhere.
She typically hid under the couch in the living room during
Thanksgiving,
and would not come out until everyone left. We will miss her this
year.
We are having her cremated. Mike would like to bury her outside, but I
don't think she'd like that. I think she'd rather stay warm and inside
and
continue to hold a place of honor in our home. It's not the same
without
her. I don't know when I'll get used to putting down only one plate of
food
instead of two.
Rest in peace, my pretty girl. Please don't be afraid anymore.
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Love, Nessa's Mom & Dad