So far, E has been the most difficult letter in the ABC-Along. I’ve been rolling ideas around for days, indecisively, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that the right E came to me.
E is for Emma. I hadn’t planned on trotting out pictures of all my old pets, but this is Emma, for goodness’ sake. She came to me in 1983, fluffy gray tail and all, and stayed by my side until 1999. She was a little thing, very long haired, quite talkative, a bit sassy, and often persnickety. But she was also, along with my dog Jillaroo, a wise and steadfast companion. She had a habit of staying close and watchful, often on my shoulder or in my lap, and being my little fur guardian.
Oh, that little Emma.
She’s still watching out for me, she is. I take it for granted that she is on the bed at night, next to the pillow, and Annabelle seems to know it, too. How many times have I felt a cat walking across the covers, only to look down and see that Annabelle’s not even there? It’s Emma, come to sleep by my head.
Emma was also, apparently, a good sport. This is a picture that should embarrass the average cat (or the chaotic kind), but she must have “agreed” to pose in a teddy bear hat and scarf I made for one of the kids. I think my niece, the Big R, took this picture when she was about eight years old. Emma was about nine. I’m sorry, Little One, but it fit you perfectly.
Not a day goes by that I don’t remember something nice about Miss Emma. Finding this picture made my day!
Now and then, Pokey peeks in through the front window, then laughingly looks over he shoulder as he dashes around the curve in the lane. He’s telling me “oh come come! It’s so wonderful here”May you be blessed with Emma’s love forever.
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What a great picture, and a perfect E. I had the same problem with D. I didn’t even know her, but it makes me smile to think of Emma still hanging around near you.
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What a lovely post Jane – I too am a cat lady – they are mysterious, wonderous creatures that grace our lives for a time. We are lucky to have them. Emma is so lovely – and I’m sure she still sleeps near your shoulder when you knit.
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Hon,Emma was, & still is, a Queen Bee & that’s a good thing to be, don’t you think?Count me in, along w/you & Bess, as one who believes that the spirits of our departed, furry friends lovingly watch over us.Thanks for sharing part of her story w/us.XOXO
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What a great tribute to your faithful friend! I’ve got “dress up” pictures of my first cat, Chim Chim. 🙂
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It amazes me to think that Miss Emma would sit still for that. What an extraordinary kitty. And a beauty! Thanks for the memory!
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Cats are surprisingly tolerant of their owners’ silliness, aren’t they?! Thanks for sharing Emma’s story – I love that she is still with you, watching out.
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What a lovely tribute. Even though I love my two kitties dearly, not a day goes by that we do not miss Ernie. You never forget the great ones and how they touched your life. PS – I stopped by via Chris at Stumblingoverchaos. She sent me a link to your Madeleine L’Engle quote.
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My Misha is still around all the time – she’s the one who passed about a month before my wedding, and yet was AT my wedding, when she chased the B&Bs cat down the center aisle on the line in the song that said “Just like God in His heaven, I will always be there…” She is always there, sometimes I can see her, sometimes I can’t… but she’s there. Just like God in His heaven. Just like Emma.(That’s Misha’s baby picture in my profile)
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