Farewell, Mrs. B

I think Mrs. B was about 10 years old. She had a rough time of it before she found her forever home. Someone found Mrs. B in their backyard. She was in bad shape and they took her to a neighbor who rescued cats. This Nice Lady took Mrs. B to a vet who discovered that she was FIV+ and insisted that she be put to sleep. The Nice Lady was having none of that and took her to another vet, who treated her for her immediate problems, including diarrhea, and who said that she could live a long life with the right care. Mrs. B was about two years old at the time and was definitely not a feral cat. She had obviously been an inside cat, but how she got to be in the condition she was found in we will never know. Foster Dad took in Mrs. B to nurse her to health, but then she developed some alarming symptoms, so off the vet she went again. This time it was discovered that she had heart worms. This is often fatal, but Mrs. B pulled through. Mrs. B, called Bobbi at the time, was being kept inside, but she sneaked out one day and was terrorized by Foster Dad's dog. She wasn't hurt, but she was traumatized. Mrs. B went back to live with the Nice Lady, I think. About this time, Random Drift's Mom was looking to adopt a cat, as her Kalahari had gone to the Rainbow Bridge and her apartment seemed much too empty. She didn't have any luck at PetSmart and told a fellow worker that she was looking for a cat to adopt, but didn't know where to look. This fellow worker knew the Nice Lady and took the Mom to see her and Mrs. B. Mrs. B went home with the Mom and stayed there for eight years. She was never sick until just recently, when she got so sick that she had to be helped to the Rainbow Bridge. Mrs. B was a calm cat, but she did like to sneak out to eat grass. She never left the yard; she just wanted her salad. Her Mom took to growing cat grass in the house to see if that would stop her from sneaking out. Mrs. B loved to watch TV, especially Meerkat Manor. She would come running whenever she heard the theme music. For a long time, the Mom thought that Mrs. B just didn't like to play at all. She provided lots of cat toys for Mrs. B and Bubbles, but Mrs. B ignored all of them. Then one day Mrs. B found a milk ring on the floor. All of a sudden Mrs. B was playing all over the place. She never did play with anything else, though. Mostly she slept on her own special pillow, but she would sit on the couch with the Mom to watch TV.

                                                 We say goodbye to Mrs. B.
                                                 She lived quite well with her FIV.
                                                        Milk rings gave her joy
                                                        Like no other toy.
                                                 Now she's at the Bridge, eating grass carefree.