EPTSince I was a small child, about age 3, I knew of a cat who roamed the neighborhood I moved into. She was black, had piercing green eyes, and she was almost unbeatable in hunting. She was the Hector of our lives, or at least I like to think so.
I remember watching her go outside and hunt for us, she’d put us under her protection; she would bring us back morsels of dead vole and mole, sometimes even chipmunk if she deemed us worthy. In turn of course we fed her, despite the fact that she lived outside when she wanted to and caught her own food whenever she wanted to and didn’t really find faucet water a more attractive beverage than day old rainwater.
I remember when she’d meow at us because she wanted us to stay inside her realm, her territory where no cat other than her really came. This stopped when she got older, she couldn’t fight off other cats, nor did she care to, so we had about 4-5 cats in just our house’s yard throughout the week. I still remember it though, the fact that she’d follow our cars to the end of our neighborhood meowing, pleading with us to stop because the other cats would get us and she couldn’t protect us. She really loved us.
She held a special bond with all of us, she’d always sleep in my younger brother’s bed after taking up almost all of the middle of mine for a night, she’d always get pissed at my youngest brother, but relent and let him screw with her. She let my sister play with her despite the fact that being picked up was not her favorite activity.
There were times when she was just an enigma, she’d vanish off into the distance, and I had no idea where she was going, but she’d always come back. There were times during the day where all she’d do was look at prey and they’d up and die. On the spot, they looked back and were dead, like the Basilisk of cats.
I went out to her grave yesterday, I asked my brother where it was when he let it slip that Jazzy had died. That our cat had passed on. He took me out to the backyard where she lay already buried. I knelt down in front of it, I put my head to the ground and all my emotions let out. I cried. I cried. I cried. I sobbed. I sobbed harder and harder. I love Jazzy, but now she rests in peace. No matter how much I love her.
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