I Will Remember You Sunny
Beautiful Baby Cat
Left Behind; So many have gone to the Rainbow Bridge
In Memory of my sweet Sunny July 6, 2011
“Sunny one so true, baby I love you.”
My friend Al has a song lyric for just about all of our beloved kitties. In this case, the line comes from the 1966 original song “Sunny,“ by Bobby Hebb. Whenever he approaches one or the other of our feline family, he sings his greeting. It’s amazing, how easily he relates lyrics to cat names. Al always sang, “Sunny one so true, baby, I love you!“ to our dearly departed, sweet, gentle cat,
I’m holding you in my arms so tight
Before you drift into the endless night
Gazing into your eyes as you slip away
Whispering all the things I used to say
Cradling you ever so close,
For a moment, believing I can ward off the
As if I can save you;
And always keep you near
A wish, a desire; but I fear
I'm loosing you.
The news is not good, my sweet boy
This news is not good at all.
I so hoped it would not come to this
I prayed you would not hear the call
To leave this world of hurt and pain
I’ll never hold you in my arms, again.
The time is set; it’s to be at three
But now is noon; and I must be
With you, sweet Sunny, these last hours of life
To hold you in my arms
To soften your strife.
These last few days are like a dream
You were so sick and then, it seemed
You had taken a turn for the better
And we rejoiced, we felt such relief
A moment of escape from searing grief.
A second of hope; however brief.
You have such Beautiful eyes,
Limpid, soulful, beautiful eyes.
I’ll never look into these eyes, again..
As I hug your withered body
And stroke your beautiful fur
Though in the throes of your
You softly, quietly purr,
Your little paws gently knead my knee
Your beautiful eyes look up at me
And my tears flow shamelessly.
For, you deserve no less.
This moment I’ve known too many times
When one of you have to leave;
This time we share Is not enough….
It’s never enough
And so, I grieve
Left behind, with only my memory of you
And no reprieve
I imagine you in happier times.
I don’t want to let you go
I refuse to say goodbye
And I pray that my faith might reassure
That I will see you by and by.
My mind races, searches, asks for an answer
A way to make this stop
A way to make this not happen
A way to go back in time
To awaken from this bad dream
Beautiful eyes…soulful and deep
I’ve never seen eyes like yours Sunny
Such an innocent, tender little one
So soon taken away.
Sunny, how can it be?
That you are
Yes, I got that call, the one no one should hear…I was commenting on another’s hub; and my cell rang. We thought we had beat this illness. He responded to the dual medications we’d been giving him for 2 weeks but, there was a gnawing, uncertain feeling; he was not quite right. He was still failing; eating so very little. And weakening. I made another appointment to see our wonderful Veterinarian who ordered a third set up of follow up tests which indicated that his levels were down sliding, again, after what seemed like a miraculous upswing. Ultra sound and an outside consultant confirmed my worse fears; that Sunny had an advanced case of lymphoma which had invaded his little body through his lymph nodes and there was no cure.
I called Al and he came home early from work; that’s what we do; we love our rescued animals so much; they are our family and deserve our all.
Sunny was young. Probably just about 4 years old. He is a Kansas rescue who showed up out of nowhere out in the country at our farm. We are completely isolated; our nearest neighbor is a mile away. We never know where all the desperate animals come from; they just show up. He was quite young; it was obvious.
Al always said about Sunny; “He’s such a good cat! Just a good cat.” He was. My ‘mild mannered reporter.’ Never a problem, always subtle, sweet and so easy to love.
Sunny was among the first kitties I planned to take home.
Rest in Peace, little Sunny. “I’ll see you in another lifetime, baby; I’ll see you in my dreams, and when I reach across the Galaxy, I will miss your company. “ Rikki Lee Jones
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