On the 5th August, 1995 I met this exceptional girl.
I had been potentially adopting a kitten from the local RSPCA when there was an outbreak of an illness the kitten didn't survive. They asked what I wanted to do and I responded I wanted to go and look in the cattery as I knew there were other cats needing homes.
As I walked down the pens, all the cats looked fairly content. They were all eating, sleeping or playing; all except one, that is. Clinging to the pen door and crying frantically she was telling the world her indignity at being confined....and then she looked straight at me and meowed loudly. In that instant, I felt this cat had chosen me. Despite the fact another kitten had been the original plan, this girl was most definitely never second best in anyones eyes.
Her name at the rescue was Domino, but I wanted her to get a new name for a fresh start and called her Carrie. She was the most stubborn, bossy, expectant cat I'd ever met - which for some bizarre reason, made me love her all the more. She accepted any animal I bought into the home, except dogs and even tried to mother any new cat that came to live with us to varying degree.
I had 15 years with her, and I know how blessed that makes me. I was lucky to have her in my life and now she's gone I'm lost. There's a pain that I can't stop and I know it will be a long time before it goes away.
Carrie, you were my first own feline furbaby. You taught me so much and I will never stop missing you nor loving you. I am proud you're a part of my family and hope so much that you knew just how wonderful I thought you were. Take care, sweetheart and rest easy. You'll always have a piece of my heart.
