This week we had to bring our cherished, littlest cat Magic to the vet to be put to sleep. It seems like just yesterday we had to do this for her sister Lucy. Fortunately she let us know it was time so we did not ever question our decision. Still it is always a difficult and sad thing to have to do.
Magic, like her sister, was found tied in a bag of 7 kittens found at the side of the road. They were the only two to survive. Beaner named her after the Magic Kingdom and they were best friends for over 16 years. She was a brown calico who always reminded me of a melted coffee, hot fudge sundae. She was petite and at her peak barely weighed 9 pounds, most of which was fur. She loved to hop into my sauna when I was done and soak up the remaining warmth. She had a very different walk which was mostly a dainty delicate prance. But her most distinguishing feature were her eyes. Always wide and open and innocent she would look directly at anyone who spoke to her. Or when she spoke to them. I’ve never had a cat who would look me in the eye for such long periods of time. I always got the sense that she was truly listening.
She would sit next to you, never on you. She would let you stroke her, but never, ever touch her paws. She would curl up next to you under the covers but she didn’t like to be held. Which is what struck me the most - that she let me hold her during the car ride to the vet, and I held her as they gave her the final shot. I felt like it was a gift.
She was by far the sweetest cat I’ve ever had the pleasure of living with and even as an frail, elderly lady, she still looked and acted like a kitten. She was greatly loved and will be greatly missed. SHe was Magic.