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In Memory of Benny..

The day: December 3, 2000. Fortunately it was a Sunday and I didn't have to work. I was at my boyfriend's house when I got a call from my dad: "Di, I think you need to come home.. we might have to put Benny to sleep."
I've lost my best friend. To those who say "it was just a cat", I say to you, he was a lot more to me. A loyal, loveable, affectionate... furry friend. I loved that cat. Even though he wasn't my first, he was definately my favorite. He had the personality and behaviors much like that of "man's best friend". He always came when called, even when he was outside. He'd come to me, begging...not for food, but for attention. He was a super-affectionate, friendly cat, sprawling out and exposing his tummy as soon as you began to pet him. He'd curl up and sleep in my lap, or on my bed at night. He'd fall asleep during the day in the most adorable pose and/or oddest place (i.e., on his back on the couch with his head hanging off, front paws up in the air, or in the clothes basket, stretched out, all four feet up against the side of the basket). You could talk to him, and he'd stare at you inquisitively, as if listening to every word you were saying. What a funny little guy.. occassionaly bringing me home "presents"..such as a mouse, shrew, or bird. He'd come inside and bring them right to me.
I came home on that awful day of Dec 3rd to see the most atrocious and painstaking sight: Benny's lower jaw had been crushed, "kicked" in toward the back of his head. It looked as if one of the neighbors, or someone, got sick of seeing him and just booted him right in the face. It was sad, sick, and disturbing to look at. The poor look on that cat's face saying, "please, help me.." I was surprised he came back home, because whatever happened to him had happened a while beforehand as his mouth smelled awful.
I wrapped Benny in a towel and my dad rushed to the vet. I comforted my friend the best I could. I held him close, praying he could somehow make it though- even if I had to feed him with a syringe every day. I would do it for him.
We got to the hospital, and the more I looked at Benny's face, the more pity I felt. His condition looked so uncomfortable, and I knew if we left him like that, he'd feel the pain sooner or later. So I knew it was time. I was glad, at least, he had made it back home in the first place to say goodbye to me.
I burried Benny in back of my house, in the woods... he loved the outdoors. I've never cried so much or for so long in my life, and I don't know if I ever will again. Benny was quite a cat...I've always wanted a cat that was different than your average one, but boy, I never expected him to be like Benny. He was the biggest baby you could ever meet. In addition to his unusual submissiveness to me, he'd chase sticks, loved water, responded to "Go get 'em!", and ate anything- from grapefruit, to saurkraut, to bread and cheese. He was my sweet little kitty baby.
I don't know exactly what happened to my cat, and I probably never will. It was not a car, it was not a wild animal. The rest of Benny's body was completely fine, only his face was mangled. His cheek and lower jaw bones were lodged into the back and/or left side of his mouth, two or three canine teeth were dangling from his upper gums. His tongue and nose were still fully intact. There is no one in my house that doesn't believe this was caused by an intentional act. Someone is out there who knows what happened, someone who did this. And if I ever find out who, I promise, I will make sure they feel my pain.
Please.. to any cat owners out there, please, keep your cats indoors. It's the safest and most humane thing you can do to ensure they live long, healthy lives.

I miss you.. I wish you were still with me..


Home		*In Memory of Benny..* The day: December 3, 2000. Fortunately it was a Sunday and I didn't have to work. I was at my boyfriend's house when I got a call from my dad: "Di, I think you need to come home.. we might have to put Benny to sleep." I've lost my best friend. To those who say "it was just a cat", I say to you, he was a lot more to me. A loyal, loveable, affectionate... furry friend. I loved that cat. Even though he wasn't my first, he was definately my favorite. He had the personality and behaviors much like that of "man's best friend". He always came when called, even when he was outside. He'd come to me, begging...not for food, but for attention. He was a super-affectionate, friendly cat, sprawling out and exposing his tummy as soon as you began to pet him. He'd curl up and sleep in my lap, or on my bed at night. He'd fall asleep during the day in the most adorable pose and/or oddest place (i.e., on his back on the couch with his head hanging off, front paws up in the air, or in the clothes basket, stretched out, all four feet up against the side of the basket). You could talk to him, and he'd stare at you inquisitively, as if listening to every word you were saying. What a funny little guy.. occassionaly bringing me home "presents"..such as a mouse, shrew, or bird. He'd come inside and bring them right to me. I came home on that awful day of Dec 3rd to see the most atrocious and painstaking sight: Benny's lower jaw had been crushed, "kicked" in toward the back of his head. It looked as if one of the neighbors, or someone, got sick of seeing him and just booted him right in the face. It was sad, sick, and disturbing to look at. The poor look on that cat's face saying, "please, help me.." I was surprised he came back home, because whatever happened to him had happened a while beforehand as his mouth smelled awful. I wrapped Benny in a towel and my dad rushed to the vet. I comforted my friend the best I could. I held him close, praying he could somehow make it though- even if I had to feed him with a syringe every day. I would do it for him. We got to the hospital, and the more I looked at Benny's face, the more pity I felt. His condition looked so uncomfortable, and I knew if we left him like that, he'd feel the pain sooner or later. So I knew it was time. I was glad, at least, he had made it back home in the first place to say goodbye to me. I burried Benny in back of my house, in the woods... he loved the outdoors. I've never cried so much or for so long in my life, and I don't know if I ever will again. Benny was quite a cat...I've always wanted a cat that was different than your average one, but boy, I never expected him to be like Benny. He was the biggest baby you could ever meet. In addition to his unusual submissiveness to me, he'd chase sticks, loved water, responded to "Go get 'em!", and ate anything- from grapefruit, to saurkraut, to bread and cheese. He was my sweet little kitty baby. I don't know exactly what happened to my cat, and I probably never will. It was not a car, it was not a wild animal. The rest of Benny's body was completely fine, only his face was mangled. His cheek and lower jaw bones were lodged into the back and/or left side of his mouth, two or three canine teeth were dangling from his upper gums. His tongue and nose were still fully intact. There is no one in my house that doesn't believe this was caused by an intentional act. Someone is out there who knows what happened, someone who did this. And if I ever find out who, I promise, I will make sure they feel my pain. Please.. to any cat owners out there, please, keep your cats indoors. It's the safest and most humane thing you can do to ensure they live long, healthy lives. I miss you.. I wish you were still with me..