A couple of friends made this poster for me back in 2008, to cheer me up because of what was happening with my family. It was also, of course, an election year.
I had gotten Hope earlier in 2008. She spent the first week sitting in my bathroom sink. Scared of her new situation. I would go in and visit her and talk to her, trying to let her know everything was going to be okay. I took a picture of her during one of these pow-wows, and in the picture she looked, in my opinion, Presidential. Staring up and to the left with a purposeful expression. Or maybe it was just intense anxiety. Either way …
I just … Words cannot express how much I miss her. LOOK AT HER. She was so wonderful.
So my friends, without my knowledge, turned that picture into an Obama poster. The poster arrived at my parents’ house a couple days before Christmas. I still have it, of course. It was such a thoughtful gift, in the midst of such a terrible whirlwind. The poster has even more poignancy now.
Beautiful, in so many ways.
Yes!
I miss your Hope, too. Blessings.
Miss her so much.
What great friends and what a beautiful girl.
My cat Claude has a similar air, though a dress sense far closer to RBG – a tidy black robe and snow white jabot and a fierce, judgy demeanor. Anyway we elected her president of our house six years ago and she was reelected last night in a sweeping landslide. Living under her immediate regime has been a comfort these past four years.
I would have been proud to live under Hope’s regime as well.
She was breathtaking, and I am sure she will continue to find ways to bring you comfort as time passes. The love of a good cat is forever.
// a tidy black robe and snow white jabot and a fierce, judgy demeanor. //
Awwww.
I’m really sorry about Hope. Y’all’s bond seemed special.
When reading your story about her going missing, it reminds me of the cats my family had growing up, and whether in a similar situation my family would’ve been as persistent as you. I used to think my parents didn’t care enough, but maybe the caring hurt too much. They spent a lot on vet bills; each death crushed them. As an adult, I still dream about those cats all the time.
Hope this doesn’t freak you out or seem narcissistic. Just saying, knowing how much you loved her and FOUGHT for her, how much she loved you back…has me feeling a way. We should all fight just as hard for our loved ones.
// They spent a lot on vet bills; each death crushed them. As an adult, I still dream about those cats all the time. //
I so understand this. I still miss my cat Sammy, “the one” before Hope. He meant so much to me, was such a sweet loving little guy. Again, he came from the Pound, basically … Hope from an adoption agency who rescued cats from the streets – The next time I get a cat – because I will! It does hurt so much when they go but it’s so much a part of my life to have a cat around, they provide so much joy and comfort – but anyway, the next time I get a cat I will go that route again. As much as I would love to have a kitten … there’s nothing like taking in an adult cat, who may have had a hard time, and giving them a happy home.
I was so proud of the fact that Hope eventually trusted me!
Thank you so much for your kind comment.