Born August 1983
In my
life
October 22 1992
When
she
died Juni 30 2003
I
went to the homeless place
with the idea to
take the oldest cat they had. That was Mara. She was 15 then.
Mara
was a smart one. A really special one. She felt at home with me and
always sleep with me. She was so often on my lap and always joining
me.
Mara
was so sweet and so soft and lovely. Somehow I've got the idea she was
more than a cat. I had the feeling I was knowing her in a past life.
What a wisdom and understanding in her eyes. What a modest cat she
was.
She was
small and often I made chicken for her or something special for her.
She deserve that.
She
aged and her body shows that. But for me she came more and more special
and I was often so proud of her. Because she was black (with a few
white hairs in her female parts) it was always so hard to take
photographs from her. She didnt look directly in the camera.
But
in the end it was time to say goodbye. That broke my heart. First she
wasnt feeling well but then she get active again. So I took off for a
planned trip. When I came home I found her in the corner of the door,
walking... I took her and had a hard time to call the vet who wouldnt
or couldnt come. The little black cat suffered from lord haemorrhage.
She was walking and didnt stop.
She
went to the rainbowbridge and I cried untill her fur was wet. Still
have the feeling I wasnt there for her in the end. I still miss Mara. I
dont ever forget her.
She
was almost 20 years. 
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