About Angie
spring 1977-March,1996

by Aaron Red

Angie was one of many precious felines owned by my family over the years, and for me personally, my best friend through most of her 19 years of life.

Angie was born sometime in the spring of 1977 and was adopted when she was a few weeks old by my brother Jonathan and his wife Carol. My first meeting Angie came in June that year when Jonathan and Carol, just married a year, headed off to Maine for a week to celebrate their anniversary. All of us in the house were happy to have such a lovely calico princess in our company for that time, and we all took to her fairly quickly.

Shortly after returning from their vacation, Jonathan announced he and Carol were moving to Maine. However, he said they had no plans to take Angie and were going to have her put to sleep. My sister Barabra and I got upset when we heard the news, and my dad, who normally doesn't like cats, told Jonathan we'd take her in. Angie officially became a member of the Reed family in August of that year.

One of my fondest memories with Angie was having her chase a long piece of string throughout the entire house during her younger years. She loved chasing it everyplace 8-)
After owning Angie a year, we brought home a box of kittens from Jonathan's place in Maine. Angie took one look at the little ones and was hissed off pretty bad! She was so jealous over the kittens that she bega meowing at the neighbors' back door for food and companionship! She refused to return until after the kittens had been taken to the animal shelter and the room we kept them in had their scent wiped out.

I loved watching Angie when she took naps. In her later years, she and I often cuddled on my bed together and napped the afternoon away. It always felt good having her curled up next to me and putting the two of us to sleep with her relaxing purring 8-)
Angie enjoyed a long, healthy life for a cat. I was thankful she never suffered any serious ailments like feline aids or kidney/liver infections, etc. Unfortunately, she suffered an accident in March of '96, where she landed on her behind, damaging her spine, and leaving the rear half of her body dead, with no feeling. The vet told us there was really nothing that could be done to repair that part of her central nervous system. Had she been allowed to continue living, she wouldve dragged herself around the house, unable to use her hind legs. She was put to sleep within a day of the accident.

It's been a couple of years now since Angie left us. I often think of her and wish she were still here to keep me company. Someday I'll own another cat, hopefully a calico, and name her Angie as well.

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