For those of you that are looking for a blog about sailing I hate to disappoint you. You might want to stop reading now.
I can remember the first time I saw her. She was all of 4 weeks old and smaller than the palm of my hand. I was living in Alberta and the thought of owning a pet was the furthest thing from my mind. Why was it when I saw this little creature I knew she belonged to me? I looked down at the box full of little fluffy kittens when the smallest one stopped playing and looked up at me. She stretched out her little paw as if to say, ” please come take me from this home I call a box and I will come live with you forever”.
I have always been an animal lover and in most cases I have been closer to animals than humans. Strange I know but it is the truth. It was however a completely other thing when it came to cats. They have never been my favorite pet of choice. You see they are not like a dog. They don’t really come when they are told. They wont go fetch and ball or return your slippers. You can’t really take them for walk and when you have to cuddle them they must decide whether they want to be cuddled. Even when they are up for a cuddle it has to be on their terms because you know that when they have had enough they just get up abruptly and dart away. Claws impaled in your lap and all.
For some reason on this day I felt a little bit taken back by this little creature and said to the owner that I would take her when she was ready to leave her mom.
When the day finally arrived to pick up my new furry friend I held her up to the sky and said to her and the “god of animals”, that “she will be named Savary after the most beautiful island in the world.” I told her “she will be raised like a dog and learn to cuddle me on my terms and walk along side me when I wanted her to go for a walk.” and with that she became my friend.
As the years past we grew closer and closer together. She actually became more like my dog then a cat . She would come when I called. She would walk along side me when I went for walk. She would even let me pet her like a dog and actually seemed to enjoy it.
Thru the years when I was sad she would climb up on my lap , sharp claws leading the way to console me, as if to say I am there for you. When I moved her from house to house then on to the boat she never complained only spent the first 24 hours investigating every cubby hole and noise.
When she went for her first sail and got sick all over my comforter and carpet she just went and laid down until she felt better than lied on her back in the V Birth and enjoyed the smooth seas. She was my first mate and my best friend.
On December 6th and after 18 years with my furry friend it was time to say good-bye.
It was probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
It is strange how these little creatures we call pets can become so close to us. They are with us through the thick and thin and never try to hurt us. They are pure beings that only want a warm place to sleep and a meal. They love a cuddle and a gentle pet.
I will miss you my furry friend.