labguy22
07-17-2007, 02:09 PM
Hello,
The following is a rather long read, but I felt the need to share Motors story. Would love to read others who wish to share amazing pet stories. I hope this is an acceptable story to post here and apologize if this is not the place.
Be Blessed
Nick
Motor
May 26,1991- July 16, 2007
God, in His/Her infinite wisdom and mercy sends us companions, guardians, soul-mates in a myriad of forms. The form sent to me was that of a light colored calico cat I called Motor.
I adopted Motor from Concord Petco on August 11,1991 a day in which many cats were available. She was a gift from my boyfriend after we had lost a kitten the prior month to FIV. As we did the circuit, I found her in a cage with a solid white cat. From the moment our eyes met, there was a magical bond and there was no way I was leaving without her. She was about 9 months old and my partner really wanted a kitten; this caused an argument but in the end Motor came into my life.
For the ride home she had to be in a box, which she absolutely hated. It became clear she very much feared being caged up. She was infested with fleas and had to be bathed several times before I got the problem under control. This was before the days of Advantage.
From the very first night, she slept with me. She would snuggle up between my chest and the bend in my elbow, or right between my thighs as the cover would make a little hammock between my legs. She tolerated my boyfriend, but was clearly my girl, and I was her boy.
She loved crouching at the far end of the glass doors and running under the vertical blinds causing them to act like dominoes and slap together. One night in particular she was really wound up. We were watching TV and I got this feeling that Motor was in trouble. We searched the apartment twice before I looked outside over the balcony; looking up at me from one floor down was Motor. All I can figure is she must have hit the patio at high speed and couldn't stop. She just shot right over the edge, down one flight and into the ivy. Upon returning her to the apartment, I took her into the bedroom, sat her on the bed and had a serious talk with her. My boyfriend said I was nuts for lecturing a cat.
That relationship ended in a violent confrontation, in which he locked Motor in the bedroom and would not allow her to leave with me. The police came and I told them he could have anything in the apartment all I wanted was her. He eventually acquiesced and she and I left.
Over the following 16 years I moved nine times, and Motor was with me every move. The longest we were ever separated was for a month when the temporary living arrangement would not allow her to be with me.
Motor and I developed a wonderful trick we would play on guests. She would at times just plopped onto her side and stretch out as if dead. I knew when she was getting ready to do this, so I would point my finger at her and say bang. To their amazment they watched as I would pretend to shoot her, and she'd fall over and die. People couldn't believe that a cat could be trained to do that. In actuality it was the other way round, she had trained me.
Once while out in San Francisco, I received an overwhelming since of urgency to return home. There I found that I had been robbed. I know without any doubt that Motor had sent me that message.
Motor was healthy except for her teeth and the time she had to have a stone removed from her bladder. I would notice red colored pools of liquid on the kitchen floor and idiot that I am wondered who was spilling cool-aid. It took her to actually come sit on my foot and piss before I realized it had been her trying to tell me something was wrong.
Over the years I had become a daily Meth user and Motor had started taking the back burner to my addiction. Anyone who says they can use drugs and it only effects them, need to also consider there pets. Pets are more effected than we will ever know. I love the new "Above the Influence" commercial featuring the dog who is disappointed in his human, that is how Motor felt; I am certain.
We lived for ten years in an apartment in Walnut Creek where had it not been for her, I would not be here today. I had become a meth addict and dealer. Strange people were always at my place. She would sit on the floor directly facing them and would sit like some sentinel protecting me until they left. She kept that position years latter while twelve sheriffs raided my apartment and completely destroyed my belongings during a drug raid. During my rehab she was by my side every moment of every day. When I realized I could never do Meth again, suicide became an ever increasing possibility. I truly would have rather died than to not be able to get high again. There was no point to living. No point, except for Motor. She would look at me directly in the eyes, deep and directly into my soul. Looking at that face is why I am here today.
Motor celebrated her 16 years two months ago. About a month ago I began to notice that she was losing weight and not eating much. I figured it was her bad teeth and our vet confirmed she needed to have 5 teeth pulled. After the operation it took her several days to get over the effects of the drugs, but she seemed to be doing better. Then last Wednesday she stopped eating altogether. She drank water but no food. She had gone from 15 pounds originally down to 10, then down to 9. It was time to do that which I would rather have died than have to do.
On July 16, 2007 at 12:45 PM Motor was given a shot and five minutes later she returned to the Father/Mother who had blessed me with having her in my life. There must have been a celebration in heaven, but here in the apartment there is only a heavy emptiness.
I am aware of no words that can express the relationship between Motor and me. What I have written is just a crude outline of our time shared. I can only offer my eternal love to her along with my praise and thanks to God for sending such a one as Motor. The relationship that I have with God is helping to fill that emptiness and though some may say otherwise, I am certain that we will meet again. This bond is everlasting and although physically she is no more, we are never the less eternally connected.
Nick Townsend
July 17, 2007
The following is a rather long read, but I felt the need to share Motors story. Would love to read others who wish to share amazing pet stories. I hope this is an acceptable story to post here and apologize if this is not the place.
Be Blessed
Nick
Motor
May 26,1991- July 16, 2007
God, in His/Her infinite wisdom and mercy sends us companions, guardians, soul-mates in a myriad of forms. The form sent to me was that of a light colored calico cat I called Motor.
I adopted Motor from Concord Petco on August 11,1991 a day in which many cats were available. She was a gift from my boyfriend after we had lost a kitten the prior month to FIV. As we did the circuit, I found her in a cage with a solid white cat. From the moment our eyes met, there was a magical bond and there was no way I was leaving without her. She was about 9 months old and my partner really wanted a kitten; this caused an argument but in the end Motor came into my life.
For the ride home she had to be in a box, which she absolutely hated. It became clear she very much feared being caged up. She was infested with fleas and had to be bathed several times before I got the problem under control. This was before the days of Advantage.
From the very first night, she slept with me. She would snuggle up between my chest and the bend in my elbow, or right between my thighs as the cover would make a little hammock between my legs. She tolerated my boyfriend, but was clearly my girl, and I was her boy.
She loved crouching at the far end of the glass doors and running under the vertical blinds causing them to act like dominoes and slap together. One night in particular she was really wound up. We were watching TV and I got this feeling that Motor was in trouble. We searched the apartment twice before I looked outside over the balcony; looking up at me from one floor down was Motor. All I can figure is she must have hit the patio at high speed and couldn't stop. She just shot right over the edge, down one flight and into the ivy. Upon returning her to the apartment, I took her into the bedroom, sat her on the bed and had a serious talk with her. My boyfriend said I was nuts for lecturing a cat.
That relationship ended in a violent confrontation, in which he locked Motor in the bedroom and would not allow her to leave with me. The police came and I told them he could have anything in the apartment all I wanted was her. He eventually acquiesced and she and I left.
Over the following 16 years I moved nine times, and Motor was with me every move. The longest we were ever separated was for a month when the temporary living arrangement would not allow her to be with me.
Motor and I developed a wonderful trick we would play on guests. She would at times just plopped onto her side and stretch out as if dead. I knew when she was getting ready to do this, so I would point my finger at her and say bang. To their amazment they watched as I would pretend to shoot her, and she'd fall over and die. People couldn't believe that a cat could be trained to do that. In actuality it was the other way round, she had trained me.
Once while out in San Francisco, I received an overwhelming since of urgency to return home. There I found that I had been robbed. I know without any doubt that Motor had sent me that message.
Motor was healthy except for her teeth and the time she had to have a stone removed from her bladder. I would notice red colored pools of liquid on the kitchen floor and idiot that I am wondered who was spilling cool-aid. It took her to actually come sit on my foot and piss before I realized it had been her trying to tell me something was wrong.
Over the years I had become a daily Meth user and Motor had started taking the back burner to my addiction. Anyone who says they can use drugs and it only effects them, need to also consider there pets. Pets are more effected than we will ever know. I love the new "Above the Influence" commercial featuring the dog who is disappointed in his human, that is how Motor felt; I am certain.
We lived for ten years in an apartment in Walnut Creek where had it not been for her, I would not be here today. I had become a meth addict and dealer. Strange people were always at my place. She would sit on the floor directly facing them and would sit like some sentinel protecting me until they left. She kept that position years latter while twelve sheriffs raided my apartment and completely destroyed my belongings during a drug raid. During my rehab she was by my side every moment of every day. When I realized I could never do Meth again, suicide became an ever increasing possibility. I truly would have rather died than to not be able to get high again. There was no point to living. No point, except for Motor. She would look at me directly in the eyes, deep and directly into my soul. Looking at that face is why I am here today.
Motor celebrated her 16 years two months ago. About a month ago I began to notice that she was losing weight and not eating much. I figured it was her bad teeth and our vet confirmed she needed to have 5 teeth pulled. After the operation it took her several days to get over the effects of the drugs, but she seemed to be doing better. Then last Wednesday she stopped eating altogether. She drank water but no food. She had gone from 15 pounds originally down to 10, then down to 9. It was time to do that which I would rather have died than have to do.
On July 16, 2007 at 12:45 PM Motor was given a shot and five minutes later she returned to the Father/Mother who had blessed me with having her in my life. There must have been a celebration in heaven, but here in the apartment there is only a heavy emptiness.
I am aware of no words that can express the relationship between Motor and me. What I have written is just a crude outline of our time shared. I can only offer my eternal love to her along with my praise and thanks to God for sending such a one as Motor. The relationship that I have with God is helping to fill that emptiness and though some may say otherwise, I am certain that we will meet again. This bond is everlasting and although physically she is no more, we are never the less eternally connected.
Nick Townsend
July 17, 2007