Today on Twitter I broke the news to my lovely 11,000+ wonderful followers about my tragic news in regards to my baby (kitty) boy Brody. Many of you were very sweet and kind giving me lots of hope, love, and laughs. Some of you even shared with me stories about how you had lost a beloved furry family member and for those relations I couldn’t feel more supported and cared for during this time. My heart goes out to you and yours if you had to lose a furry family member, I know it’s devastating and can most definitely bring out the grieving side of you that you never want to see. However grieving is good;it’s acceptance.

My mum had told it to me in a way that had made me feel as though everything in my world could get better in an instant. She explained it to me like this: Brody had a wonderful life with you. You took him in when he was a baby, you loved him, kept him safe and warm and taught him to not be a shit head of a cat. Right now Talia, Brody is suffering and he isn’t as happy as he was. He wants you to make him feel better; make him feel safe and warm again. But the fact is, is that you can’t. You’ve done everything you can but unfortunately it just isn’t enough and it’s time for him to go. He’ll be in a better place, a happier place. A place where he can still be with you just not physically and in pain. He knows you love him and he’ll thank you in the end…
She also helped by saying if I wanted to do so I could rescue another baby kitty from the pound. One who is cold and scared and needs your love. Brody won’t be suffering and a new kitty can be saved! She warmed my heart and cheered up my spirits in an instant. I love my mum, she’s an amazing woman and I don’t know who I would have become without her.
A little background about Brody for those who are wondering what in hell I’m talking about. Heh. Brody is my Neno (little) he is my baby boy who has been such a blessing in my life words cannot even begin to describe. He’s taught me patience and a true understanding of how love and happiness could actually exist hand in hand.
Brody was just 6 weeks old when I brought him into my life. I was searching for a new friend two years ago shortly after I had moved into my third apartment. The search went on for weeks and even months. I know could have just taken in any cat but I wanted to be just right so I was picky. I’m always picky when it comes to bringing something/someone new into my life, I think everyone is, or at least should be (no shit heads here!). Anyways, I came across this ad on craiglist.org (one of the most entertaining websites EVER) about someone who was “rehoming” 6 week old kittens. I saw the picture and called immediately for an address. It was a long drive and I’ll never forget it, a two hour drive to be exact. Yeah why I drove two hours to pick up a kitten was beyond me but I knew I just had to see those kittens! I got lost a few times and was freaking out because the neighborhoods I kept getting lost in weren’t the most welcoming to lost strangers. I was praying that this house wasn’t in one of these neighborhoods and thank goodness it wasn’t (for safetys sake). When I finally arrived at the house it was cute and quaint, one of your typical cookie cutter houses. I rang the door bell and heard loud “big dog” barking. Immediately I thought I had the wrong house. A lady answered and I asked if she was selling kittens she smiled and let me in. I met with her other two roommates who were going about the house and two very BIG dogs. The dogs were leaving the kittens alone they more interested in sniffing my crotch. I followed the lady into the living room and there in the middle of the floor was a circle of pillows and about 8 tiny kittens meowing and stumbling about the circle looking for an escape route. My heart instantly melted and I happily went over to the circle and knelt down beside them. They all looked the same pretty much; gray and white furry little bodies. I saw the mother as well but her markings were no where near the kittens so I assumed they all must have taken after dad. I sat there in awe just admiring them all, three of the kittens came up to the side of the circle where I had been sitting with caution and curiosity. I decided I would chose between those three since they seemed at least like they gave a shit about me for a second. I picked each one up one by one and made my individual assessments. The first kitten was really cocked-eyed (bless his heart) it was cute and all but I didn’t want a kitten that was going to walk into walls all the time. The second one was an exact replica of his brothers and sisters and was wiggling in my hands trying to squirm free so he could join him. After a moment I sat him down gently back on the ground. The third one I picked up was like the second, a replica, except on his back paw one of his main pads (the big pink squishy part under his toes) was all black and even part of one toe. He wasn’t squirming just chillin’ and hanging out while I did my inspection. I never put him down in that house again, I had chosen (cue angles singing with harps and a bright light beaming behind them) he was now mine and his precious paws didn’t touch the ground until I got into my car and put him in his little carrier full of blankets.
On the drive home he had been relatively quiet until I opened my big mouth. I started to talk to him and tell him how happy he was going to be. Funny thing is he started talking back with his tiny helpless meows that full of “What’s going on?!”, “Where am I going??”, “I have to peeeee!”, and the one I cave into,”LET MEE OUTT!!”. So being the sucker I am for cute defenseless furballs I unzipped the opening to his carrier and the little munchkin was out free to explore the world of the car! He didn’t come out immediately but stopped meowing instantly. As I was driving I’d gives little peeks at him here and there to see him poking his head out and wanting to explore. He crawled out and fell into the middle console cubby thanks to his little oofy legs. I picked him up and placed him onto my lap. He seemed content for a moment but I guess to him I looked like an incredibly fun mountain to climb and he needed to stretch his claws.. Next thing I know I have this little fluffy jungle cat who thinks he’s a mountain scaling pro climbing up my shirt and onto my shoulder. I was a little worried that he was going to get a little too spunky with his climb and go climbing right off the seat’s headrest! So I put my hand on him holding him lightly there on my shoulder and after about two minutes all of the climbing and meowing had stopped. I looked into my rear view to get a look at what he was doing and there he lay passed out exhausted on my shoulder, feeling happy, warm, and safe.
So that’s the story of how Brody and I came to be
Since he’s grown up he hasn’t changed at all. Except for the fact that because of his disease he isn’t as energetic as he once was and he meows in excruciating pain every time he urinates. I took him to the vet and he has a disease that is devastatingly incurable. He doesn’t leave my bed much and he has lost tons of weight. He is clearly in pain but he tries to remain youthful and happy to please mommy. :’)
Wednesday January 25th 2012 at 8:29am will be his last time here with me on this Earth.
I love you Neno Brody more than you know right now. When you breach the Kitty Heaven gates you’ll know then just how much I love you. I’m just so sorry that there wasn’t anything I could have possibly done to make your stay here on Earth any better.. I hope you did love and enjoy your stay here with me as much as I did. I’ll see you again baby boy, I’ll see you again.









