Saffi by Crystal

Saffi (means "wisdom" in Danish)

We lost our Saffi girl yesterday...on July 1st, 2007. Came home at 3pm from work to find my 15 year old daughter, Whitney, had been crying...Saffi was hit, she said...

I had left for work at 9:30am and Saffi was here. She always played in the backyard, catching mice and voles and bringing them to our patio door-bringing them home to show us. I would leave the patio door open enough for her to come and go as she pleased...she never went to the road and we live far enough off the road so she had lots of room to roam and hunt and play. For some reason...she was on the road. Someone hit her between our neighbours and our home. AND THEY LEFT HER THERE. They never stopped - they never bothered to take her off the road or to take the 2 minutes out of their lives to bother to see who Saffi belonged to..or who belonged to her :'( Just hit her and kept going. Never thought of the children playing around here having to find her like that - never cared that MY children would have to find her like that.

Luke arrived around 11am - his dad was dropping him off, when he saw her...laying in the middle of the road, pink collar and blood from her mouth. My daughter, Whitney, had to go out there and pick Saffi up and carry her little body home...to the garage. She couldn't tell her 10 year old sister Kendra - just too hurtful...so waited for me to come home to tell me and then I had to tell Kendra.

We are heartbroken. Saffi wasn't just some cat. She was our family - she brightened up our lives from the first moment she found Kendra. Saffi was a stray that my daughter, Kendra, found in a bush in the woods. Someone had abandoned her to fend for herself. She was full of fleas and ear ticks when Kendra brought her home...the saddest ball of orange tabby I had ever seen.

Soon after she was vet-treated and happy in our home...spayed at 6 months and the Queen (2nd to me) of our house. She was our greeter, our harasser, at times ignoring us and other times our loving shameless flirt. She was the first little soul I would see in the mornings - waking me exactly 2 minutes before my alarm went off, meowing at my door to wake me...and would race me to Kendra's bedroom on school mornings to wake her, meowing and rolling around until Kendra's hand would come out from the blankets to pet her. Whitney got the same treatment, but Saffi soon found that Whitney wasn't as responsive as Kendra to being woke by her in the mornings, so she decided to concentrate on Kendra and I being woke. Toward the end of school this year, she realized that Kendra wasnt going to be getting up and decided to use that time instead to do her early morning venture out to the backyard where Baby would greet her every morning.

I would come home to either find her at the top of the stairs, rolling over and wanting a pet...shameless flirt that she was...or in my bed - on her own side, sleeping and waiting for Mom to get home. Strange...the past week she wanted to sleep with me and so I let her...she would sleep along side me and not say a word - just be there.

She loved Dale to pieces - got most of her loving when he would come (didn't get much of a choice, Dale...Saffi was persistent and would meow to him or rub her face and whatever else she felt would work along him until she was content that his hand would be hers). Sighhh...I could type forever on what our Saffer did and how we loved her and she loved us. We belonged to her.

My girls are heartbroken, I am just lost...

A little piece of my heart has been lost - we have lost a member our family...

Some people own cats. We had Saffi.

Some folks just have cats - others have people in cat suits. My heart goes out to Crystal and her family.

If you see a cat hit in the road, please stop safely and move it out of traffic. The poor dear deserves that dignity. If you hit an animal (even cat lovers sometimes can't avoid it), please pull over safely and remove the dear injured one from the road if you can.

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