In Memory of
Queen Daisy Boo
I Miss Her When...
I miss her when the morning alarm sounds. She would climb her kitty stairs and be there hovering over me in a relentless pursuit to stop me from hitting snooze and to remind me that her food bowl was empty.
Meanwhile, Simon would be hitting the blinds or knocking my phone to the floor. They tag-teamed. No fair.
"Are you awake yet, Mom?"
I miss her when I shower/bathe. She would wait outside the curtain & sometimes jump on the side of the tub. A few times she fell in & promptly jumped out but not before getting her head soaked. I would track her down & help her dry off.
I miss her when I clean out the litter box for Simon. She had a daily routine for like 10 years. She deemed herself the Supervisor.
She would bite at my hands to demand that I pet her. I would have to wear an oven mitten to protect myself and deter her, although I would try to pet and love her with one hand and complete the task with the other. She wouldn't have it any other way.
After “we” cleaned up she would lead me to the bathroom where I stored her "snack"... all the while looking back at me to ensure I was following her. The "snack" was actually more like medicine; it was a tuna flavored lubricant to help prevent hairballs. She considered it candy.
If I was in a hurry and skipped it in the morning she would remind me later in the day with incessant meowing and trying to lead me to the spare room where the litter box was.
I miss her when I leave home. Before I went anywhere I would always check on her (& Simon, of course) to make sure she was content & tell her I loved her.
I miss her when I return home. She would often be waiting in the bay window looking for my return. I would look up and give her a wave. It’s as if she had her hands on her hips saying, “What took you so long, Mom?” She would greet me at the door twitching her tail beckoning me to pet her. It never took me much convincing because I loved giving her all the attention I could.
"Your water tastes better than mine, Mom."
I miss her when I eat or drink. If it was mine...she wanted it.
If I'd make a bowl of cereal she could smell the milk from another room and come begging. I would only let her a couple tsp. because I don't think it's really that good for them.
Any time I would open the fridge, cook or heat up food she would have to be involved. She would lift her nose to the sky to pick up the smells. “Have something I would like?” she was saying with her nose. I had to hold the food down for her to smell to prove it was nothing she could or would eat, such as broccoli. Better watch your meat, though. She will snatch it right from your plate and run off with it. She begged and got right in your face or your plate. Sometimes I would have to stand and eat to avoid her pestering.
She was not polite at mealtime. It wasn't easy having guests. But, I would gladly welcome her pestering if I could have her back with me.
I miss her when I lounge around. She would claim my lap or snuggle next to me. Petting her comforted us both.
After all these years I never tired of seeing her curled up like a little cinnamon roll. She was cute every time I looked at her. 800+ photos proves it.
I miss her when I go about my daily tasks. She always wanted to be in the middle of my activities, whether it was...
--- Working on my computer
--- Organizing paperwork & closets
--- Putting away laundry or packing
--- wrapping gifts
--- unpacking boxes
-- or just brushing my teeth
Whatever it was, she was there. The only exception was when I powered on the vacuum. Then she would go running. 😜
I miss her when I go to bed. That was her signal to walk up her kitty stairs to my bed and curl up on or between my legs for the night. That was her preferred spot until the last 3 months of her life. That's when she slept right on my chest every night, so close that her whiskers would tickle my face. After her kidney disease diagnosis “we” had many bedtime talks about the life we've had together. Well, I talked and she listened. I explained that everyone has to die and that I was sorry it would be her time soon. Through tears, I told her I wished I could be with her forever and never have to say goodbye. 😢 I would pet her adorable fluffy face and tell her “I love you SO much” a dozen times a night. As I held her in my arms I cherished the moment I was having and never wanted it to end. "I love you, Daisy Boo. You are my baby girl forever." ❤️
