Warning: Very sad story ahead.
For those of you who know me really well... you know how much I loved my cat Tilli. My sister Morgan brought her home from her friends house when I was 12 years old. She instantly became a member of the Weaver family. She would wait for me to come home at night so she could sleep with me. She would make me feel better when I was sad. Tilli was the one who protected me at night when my parents were out on a business trip. (yes she was a ferocious cat and would keep me safe ha ha) Tilli was my best friend. I know that makes me sound like a crazy cat lady... but I loved her. There will be no other cat that is as sweet, obedient, and smart as her. I could go on and on about how unique of a pet she was.
Well when I got married to Kody, I could not bring her to live with me just yet. Our apartment was too small for a pet. Recently Kody and I moved into our own little house. We finally had room enough to have her come to live with us. I decided I would unpack our house first before I go to fetch her.
The day I was going to get her, my mom called me and told me she could not find Tilli. I dropped everything that I was doing and ran over to my parents house. I yelled and screamed her name, but she would not come. I knew something was wrong because she always comes when I call. I went to all my neighbors houses and asked if they has seen my pet. One neighbor had told me that they had seen her in their yard the day before, but they had "put her over the fence". Before I go on with my story, you must know one thing. Tilli was a very cautious cat. She would not let anyone touch her unless she knew them. When my neighbor told me that they had "put her over the fence", I knew that they had done something to her. For them to "put her over the fence" they would have had to make it so she could not run from them. I am not pointing fingers at my neighbors, but this was a very odd thing for them to say. It made me sick when they said it to me.
I went back to my parents house and started calling for her once again. This time I thought I would go into the back yard to call for her just in case she was hurt and could not jump the fence. I went into the back yard and glanced at her favorite place to sleep. That is when I saw her little body. She had gone to her favorite place to die. I screamed and my mom came running. My mom, sister and me spent the rest of the day crying over the lost member of our family.
I can not express how very sad I am. I will never forget my little friend Tilli. She did so much for me growing up. I know I will see her again. I just wish I could have said good bye.
