When I arrive to
my mom’s house by very first time, I met Dana. She was
a cat, which used tobrush our hair when
she was in a bad mood, which was very often, but she was a sweet cat with grandmom,
uncles.
I do not
know exactly how and when Dana arrived to the house, but grandma says that it
happened many years before I was born, she already had several years being not
only part of the scene, but of everybody’s
cat when I took part of the family, and
she didn’t need long time to say welcome, but the truth we knew that we
were part of a special family.
My
uncle was her best friend, they had a
kind relationship of husband and wife, because sometimes she was angry, but
when the night came down, no matter what
they always slept together. If he was not at home, she could slept with someone else. She liked to sleep under the
blankets and she loved to be pet while she makes a noise like ron-ron.
I don't
know how to describe her, but what I can say is that she had two beautiful blue
eyes, as blue deep color such as Lake
Superior. Her dress was white, but one day playing on the table, she threw the coffee
and the colors were mixed, making a canvas between white, coffee and coffee
with milk, and she cleaned her dress constantly with her raspy tongue.
Her
hands had a very clear pink color, if she was in good mood, she caressed
you, but if she was angry by any reason,
she does not hesitate to use her claws and leave an autograph on your skin, but
she also had a strong ron-ron for letting us know that she was happy.
She used
to patrol between all of us making sure we were behaving correctly. Dana was that kind
of friend that you know will always be there to show you the world, and let you
know when you have done something wrong, that’s why she earned the nickname of wicked Dana.
The day
that mom and I moved to the United States I said goodbye to her, I saw it at
times when we have video conferences with grandma and occasionally my uncle
sent us pictures of her.
Monday
Dana went to sleep like each night but she didn’t wake up anymore. She decided
to play in one of her dreams, surely one very cute, One si amazing that no
doubt she is happy, playing as always.
She
left a mark on all of us, always there, always Dana... Mom says that absence
does not hurt, but we’ll misses the presence of those who decide to leave before
us.
Danita,
wherever you are, you will always be our friend, thank you for sharing your
life with me!.
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