Bella Quisha shown in our house in one day, and our family immediately fell in love with her. It was a beautiful tabby markings with features that breed of cats has always been: stripes from head to tail.
Each had a different name for her. My wife calls her "Bella" which means "beautiful" in Spanish (although my wife is Spanish) and my daughter calls it "Quisha" as far as I know, does not make sense for everyone. Nobody could agree on what hisThe name should be, so we just give her two names hyphen.
His "meows" has a melancholy quality to them, so I called her "Bad Baby". Every time I cried, it automatically said that the words "poor baby" and I think that eventually came to the conclusion that "poor child" was actually his name.
Now I have at least one cat was with me since I was four years – about 57 years ago. In short, I had a lot of cats, and I'm used to the "personality" of the catvary from cat to cat, but not so much the dogs personality.
There was something, but it was very different for Bella – a certain quality that can be as "wise" is defined. Bella seemed to have a sort of concept of "intuition." When you look into his eyes, you see that, unlike most cats, was looking back.
He seemed to know and understand who you are and what you are.
I took her to our family vetHis photographs and a commentary on this special quality that I saw in her
"Obviously it's different," said Dr. Martin. "Look at his forehead."
What is the point of it? I thought. I was looking for her face for a long time and have not seen anything unusual. But I'm going to have another look.
"What do you see?" Dr. Martin said.
"Stripes. He had a piece of striped markings on the forehead, like all the Tabbies. I still could not see anythingunusual for her.
"Look again. Stripes are in the form of 'M'."
I have a microscope, and suddenly jumped out at me. The pattern on his forehead was actually in the form of "M"!
"She is a descendant of the cats in the yard the night of the Baby Jesus was born. I have witnessed such a case, and therefore have been a great relief that the other cats. Bears the mark of his mother. He took the front,and which had since birth.
"They are the cats who had seen the Virgin."
An 'M', I thought. It 'was very clear. "M" for Mary.
Brought me a beautiful house, thought it was one of the strangest experiences I ever had. I am not Catholic, and I will always have an instinctive aversion to these basic things. But it might help, but I do not think there is definitely something the doctor said.
The cat was different, no doubt. Shehas a very strong brand.
I lost my job. In the days and weeks that followed the stress of work and without the pain of my wife on our "empty nest" was not easy to handle. Through all these difficulties, but Bella, who comfort us in some fundamental ways. Bella seemed to know that our pain, and she was there for us – with a specific, but undefined, comfort.
After a while, 'even though I noticed that she seemed to be too much weight. She cried morenormally, especially when I took and I stopped responding to his cries with the words "poor baby" because they come so often.
Seemed to be in a form of pain.
Finally, I took her to the vet for his booster shots, and waiting for the appointment, which boasts of a woman on the opposite side of the waiting room of Bella and tell her how smart he is and what she had sensed the have.
So I called into the investigation.
"Oh, you have a dead cathere, "said Dr. Martin.
"What do you think?"
"He had a tumor, will not be long before you take her."
I was shocked beyond words. My pride and courage suddenly disappeared and I feel will fall into the ditch.
"There is … There is nothing you can do?" Stammered.
"No, it's too late. I can function without his death. She was in a lot of pain and a little 'of what it should bring it out of his misery."
I was forced to leave therekilled. There was nothing I could do. I had the lady in the waiting room has a sad look when I left empty handed, my beautiful cat suddenly disappeared. When my wife, her legs went out from under her and she fell to hear the words, eyes closed.
We had to lose our comfort. My anger spill, but when I finally well, I asked, "Why would she die?" It was a comfort to us and we loved him! "
And I have an answer, would be "because Maryher. "
It was a moment, but I have finally reached an agreement with this. Bella God has given us, and when Mary would have her back, is in good hands.
And it was fine with me.
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