Carina

Carina was my little guardian angel. She came to me at a time where my life was very sad. I was only fourteen when she came into my life. A little ball of feistiness was what she was. I was a very lonely girl whose mother was overprotective so I barely went out to play. My father was an alcoholic who fought constantly with my mother. I lived in a world of dreams. Carina changed all of that around. She was my friend to the end. She knew how to make me smile, how to make me laugh. Sometimes I would come home from school after a long day of being teased, and she would come jump on me and then run away. She knew when I was depressed and she knew how to cheer me up. We watched TV together, we would listen to music together. Years went by, I grew up and started working, started hanging with friends but she was still by my side. The time came when I got married, and moved out. I had to leave Carina at my moms because the landlord didn't allow pets, but I still saw her as much as when I was still there. Every time I would stop by I would call her name and she would come running over to me. As time went on she started to get sick, she had kidney disease and cancer. To this day I'll always wonder whether it had anything to do with me spaying her so late in life, (either in 2001 or 2002) due to the overprotectedness of my mother, lack of cash, and lack of knowledge. The month before she passed she started getting very bad and on the day that I had her euthanized, I was hysterically crying and she came over to me and grabbed my toe with her paw. I think she was telling me it was time to let go. She would normally fight me before I was able to get her into her carrier, not this time she went in without a fight. I then took her back out of the carrier and held her the rest of the cab ride there. I was with her until her last breath. She was always a good kitty she never ever fought the doctors when I would take her. I was there at the time of her cremation I didn't want to leave my baby alone. I was there to receive her ashes and bring her back home. She was my friend for sixteen years and I felt that was the least I could do. I couldn't leave her alone in her time of need She came to me at a tumultuous point in my life. I guess she felt that it was time for her to go that my life was a little more settled (just a little!) and that she had done her job. Two things that I will never forget about her was when she first came home. She was very small and full of fleas. I gave her a bath and had her drying in a box wrapped in towels. I went to see how she was and she kind of hiss spit at me. (Feisty!) The other one was when she become the charging kitty, because every time I would point my finger at her she would flatten her ears back, she would dilate her eyes, arch her back, fluff up and attack my finger. That was my Carina! I miss you Carina and I will never forget you. I love you. Thank you for bringing happiness to a lonely fourteen year old. I know you will always be watching over me.

Lisa Kritikos