My sweet little boy Crys,
When you were left outside to fend for yourself at only 4 weeks old,
I found you in my garage meowing and took you in right away. You
stayed close to me. I didn’t understand why your head was shaking and
why you would take steps and fall right over! When I fed you by hand,
your head bobbed from left to right. I had to hold you still to get
the food in your mouth. As you got stronger and older, you kept
falling down, never getting hurt though you would just plop right
down while in the middle of a step and get right back up again. Dean
loved you so much. We all did.
When I had you neutered at four months old, our vet laughed so hard
when I thought all this time you were a girl! Because you were so
pretty! I couldn’t call you Crystal any more but I always called you
Crys or Little Boy, sometimes long drawn out, Crysddaalll! Our vet
confirmed you had a brain disease called cerebellum hyperplasia, you
would do fine in your life, it wasn’t fatal, your balance and
coordination were off.
You were so tiny, not growing at a “normal” rate for a kitten, butyou tried hard to keep up with everyone. Only recently you learned to jump, and it was so cute the way you leaped up and landed not on all fours, but on your back legs standing up, that didn’t stop youthough! When you hugged me your beautiful green eyes would squint.
You were such a happy little boy with so much love from all the others. When I put your water cup on the sink, it was inevitable you would swat it down and spill all the water, your coordination was affected.
When you were let outside only three months ago, you learned to climb a tree! But you got up the tree and let go to come down the tree, your spine disease wouldn’t allow you to go backwards, oh how you loved your new-found game of climb-the-tree! I was scared you were going to fall and break your back. But that was not to be my little fella, the night before your passing, you laid close to me and you just savored every stroke under your chin, by your ears, your whole body, no shaking when resting, how would I know it was the last time I ever would touch your beautiful soft and warm purring body, how would I know Crys!
You wanted to eat with your Mommy every night and I used the blue double bowl just for you and her to share each meal together. I am suffering so without you in our lives here and in great shock and sorrow and your Mommy Miss Priss waits for you to eat with her still. Everyone is looking for you, our little sweet and adorable clown, and I keep seeing you walking quickly toward me, and then plopping over just laying there waiting for my hand to stroke you lovingly. You had such a wonderful sweet short life. A complete joy, funny, silly, so happy, you are so loved little boy.
With deep sadness and inconsolable grief in our loss of our precious little boy, we miss and love you.
