Louiee Winston ...He was the most special cat. I work at a cemetery and he was brought into our office in a box when he was very little. Joel and I already had 2 other cats so I figured he would not want this one. But when Joel saw him sitting on my shoulder on the office ,playing with my earrings he just couldn't give him away . So we kept this playful, sweet kitten and called him Louiee.
Louiee loved being outside with his Mommy. He came when I called him the first time.I would yell, " Mommy's at the bridge" and Louiee would show up. We spent lots of time together outside. We buried him next to the bridge. Right where we sat together. He will always be near me.
Louiee smiled at me. Like a human HE would look at me and say," I love my Mommy". He used to climb up on my chest when I was in bed and sit close up to my face , put his paws over my hands and purr his low bic cat purr and smile at me. Even at 18 lbs he still did it. Then after sitting on me facing me for awhile he would slowly turn around and nudge his butt under my chin , put his paws over my hands and go to sleep. After he knew I was asleep , he would leave and sleep on the bottom of the bed.
Everybody loved Louiee. He was always around when we had company. Our little Social Director. Our friends named our house ..."Louiee's Playground"
THey called him THUNDER CAT . A Gentle giant. No fat..Just muscle...18 lbs worth.
Louiee escaped real death 4 big times. First he got hit by ( we think) a riding mower or car. He lost the use of his front left paw. He was limping on his elbow . The vet said he may never get the feeling back. It was nerve damage. But after about 4 weeks, the feeling slowly came back and Louiee was 100 % after a few months.
Then he got pancreatitis which is fatal to cats. He had a blockage and I took him to the ER and they operated on him. THey called me after a few days and told me they couldn't save him and I should put him to sleep.
I yelled, ' NO ! I am not ready "
A friend and I prayed over him in the hospital for days and finally he started to come around. He was the amazing miracle cat, Louiee. That's what the doctors called him .
He got hit by a bike once cause we saw the black tire mark on his hind leg. HE lived. He got in a big fight once ...Came home with blood coming from his mouth... He lived.
Lastly , he had a n abcess on his back and it was huge. We pooped it, drained it and gave him antibiotics...He lived.
But this time, it was his turn to go. My poem about the cats is true..I found him dead...God meant for him to go this time. I wasn't there to save him. I always was before.
Not this time. I understand . This time ..was his time to go.
I called called Louiee my Spirit Cat because he had such SPIRIT !! Always coming back 100% from whatever happend to him. I am a Leukemia Survivor and when Louiee sat on my chest and smiled at me, I felt like he was givingme his spirit...to heal me...
1 week after he died I found out that I am 100% negative of Leukemia. Louiee , my SPIRIT CAT truly is my SPIRIT CAT now.Maybe that is why he had to go .
So I can be 100 % ...just like him...
Louiee, My baby Boy...My Sweet Love. I miss you so.
But you are always with me...My Angel Cat...
I love you always, Your Mommy.