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A tribute to Angie, long overdue
August 4, 2010 - Meg Alexander
It seems it's been more than a month since I last blogged, and now that I sit down to write, I am overwhelmed thinking of all the potential blogging material I have.
First and foremost, though, I feel it only fair to write a brief tribute to my dearly departed Angie — also known as Fat Cat, until her latter years when the pounds began to drop, along with her poor saggy belly; also referred to as The #$@!& by certain members of the family outside my own household.
Angie, or Angie Baby, as my father named her, entered into the Alexanders' lives on my father's 50th birthday. Her death came shortly before the anniversary of her own birth, 17 years ago. She was a runt, so tiny she had to crawl into the water dish to drink. We got her from a farm outside Welcome and presented my dad — not a cat lover, by the way — at his surprise birthday party with an orange ball of fluff, head as big as her body and an attitude even bigger than her head. Surrounded by family and friends, we knew he couldn't say no. And we were right.
When I moved out on my own, Angie came with me. She moved from one dumpy apartment to the next, quickly becoming my husband's companion more than she had ever been mine. As she mellowed with age, Angie opened her tiny circle of friends to include my stepchildren.
The last year of her life was spent in our new home in Fairmont, where she would race up and down the stairs at a speed that belied her age. Her weight loss was first attributed to an increase in exercise, but as she continued to shed the pounds, dropping from 14 to about 4, we knew the time had come.
We said our good-byes and brought our sweet little old lady to Dr. Katzer, where he graciously helped her pass on to her next life. I'd like to say a special thanks to the staff at Chain of Lakes Pet Hospital. Their kindness is much appreciated.
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