(Loni tucking Wilbur in with a pillow, blanket, and music box)
His name was Wilbur. He was the perfect feline friend. He was the runt of his family. He was the smallest and most gentle of his brothers and sisters. He had white fur with large grey/black spots. He had a pink nose and very friendly eyes. Wilbur was a special cat because he was handicapped. He lost all of his whiskers and had no balance! He could not jump from the couch to the ground without falling over. He also got his claws stuck in things. One time, my family and I went on vacation. After a week, we returned home to find Wilbur, crying with his nail stuck underneath the dish washer! Who knows how long he was there. Maybe the whole week!
One time, when we were on vacation again, we returned and listened to all of our voicemails on the home phone. Wilbur had left us a message! He was "meowing and meowing" over and over into the phone. I think he was telling us to "come home!" He really missed us when we were gone and I really missed him.
Wilbur loved to play barbies with me. I had this pink barbie convertible that I would put Wilbur in and drive him around. He loved it! He would hang over the side and paw at the wheels as they went around and around. He sat in there until I took him out.
Wilbur could also do flips. I would sit down and hold wilbur with his back against my thighs. As I slowly moved my legs apart, he would reach his arms above his head and touch the ground and flip over backwards. We used to do that over and over again.
I remember Wilbur hiding in my closet a lot. He loved to cuddle up anywhere he could. He always rode around on mom's shoulder like this so he could see everything going on. Wilbur was one of my best friends. He loved me, and I loved him. I cried and cried the day he was gone. We had some poisonous car fluids in the garage one day. I guess this kind of fluid animals love because it tastes sweet. For almost 4 days I tried searching for Wilbur. I ran around the house, searched through the woods, looked in every nook and cranny I could and in every place where he could get his nails stuck. Wilbur ALWAYS came when I called for him, but this time he didn't come. On the fourth day, I went out back to try to look once again and I heard this tiny 'meow' from behind me. He had been nestled in between our big blue water barrels. He looked so pitiful. He had lost weight and could not stop shivering. It took all he had to give out one tiny 'meow'. I instantly brought him inside and bundled him in a blanket. His body was so weak. I tried to give him food and water but he wouldn't take anything. He kept throwing up. My parents decided to take him to the emergency vet. They tried what they could but he didn't make it. He was too sick. When I heard the news about my best friend, I ran into my room and cried and cried. Jamee and her friend Sydney were there to comfort me and hug me but the news was devastating.
I remember mom and dad telling me stories about how cats go to heaven and get to chase mice all day long. They are never sick and they just get to play all day. They told me how Wilbur would be waiting for me to get there so he could see me again! This made me feel better...but still miss him.
Dad helped me make a grave for Wilbur and it still sits behind our house in Morristown, Tennessee on Sussex Lane at the top of the hill, on the edge of the woods. I made it myself.
Through this experience, I learned how lucky I am to have an understanding of what happens after we die. I look forward to one day being able to see many family members, friends, and felines on the other side :)