|White, Tater Tot|
On September 1st I brought my baby Tater Tot to you guys knowing he probably was not going to be coming home with me. It still breaks my heart knowing he is not with me anymore, but I am at ease knowing that he was able to go peacefully and with the kind and respectful care of the staff at your facility. I would like to send a picture and a little about my Totters to be posted on your memorial page. I just wanted to tell you guys a little about him and why he was so special to me. We shared a bond that started even before he was able to take his first breaths. A bond that lasted until his very last. I miss my little guy!
On May 27th, 2000 a pregnant kitty we were fostering at the time went into labor. I was watching her as she delivered about 4 other kittens that were crying and anxious for their mothers attention. Then there was one last push and a lifeless kitten still enclosed in the sac came into the world. The mother, too busy with her other kittens, paid no mind to what had just happened. I had to act quickly. I was able to free the kitten from the sac and waited anxiously until he took his first breaths. It was such a magical and heartwarming moment in my life. Definitely a moment I will never forget! From that point on, we were best friends. He was the runt of the litter, just a little guy! So tiny that he looked like a little tater tot (hence where he got his name from!) It just fit so well at the time and stuck. It was perfect for him. We shared 13 amazing years together. He learned my schedule while I was in nursing school and saved my butt a few times and woke me up when my alarm wouldn't.
Even on weekends he would think I needed to be up and would start meowing and licking my face. He continued doing this for years to come until a week before he passed. I moved out about a year ago, and about 6 months ago I finally convinced my boyfriend to let Tot join our little family. It was the best decision either of us could have made. I am so happy that my boyfriend got the chance to know and love my Tot as much as I did and still do. Tot's favorite time of the day was bedtime and when we were just waking up. He would wait for us on the bed and would instantly snuggle up when we hopped in. He would also wake us up in the morning for work like clockwork! He loved to give us a friendly head butt or 7 whenever he got the chance. I read somewhere that cats rub their faces against objects that they claim as their territory and that when they rub your face, you are considered family. We really were a tiny family.
When I brought my little guy to you guys on that Sunday night before Labor Day, I had a feeling it was going to be the last time I would hold my baby. I was right, but your staff was extremely considerate of what was going on and reassured me that I was doing the right thing, which put me at ease. The hardest part about that night was that even though he was in great respiratory distress, when he was brought to me one last time to say goodbye, he was purring his little heart out. I hadn't heard him purr in a few days because he was not feeling well. I was told that it was his way of saying 'thank you' and 'I love you'. My Tater Tot meant so much to me and it hurts so bad that he is not physically here with us today.
On May 27th, 2000 I helped a tiny little runt of a kitten take his first breaths.. on September 1st, 2013 I was there when he took his last..
We shared a bond that started even before he was able to take his first breaths. A bond that lasted until his very last. It breaks my heart knowing he is not physically with us anymore, but I am at ease knowing that he was able to go peacefully and with the kind and respectful care of the staff at your facility.