Loosing One, and Gaining Another, My Siamese Story.
This was Bentley when I first got him.
When I was little, my first memories are of me playing with my Siamese cat, Barnie. I loved him with all my heart. He had a long history with our little family.
When he was born, he was born on my mom's pillow. My mom grew attached to him, but it was her roomate's cat's litter and she didn't have a say on where the kittens went.
Five years later, and three years after I was born, my mom was given the chance to adopt that kitty that was born on her pillow. His owners develpoed an allergy to him and my mom jumped on the chance to have him in our lives.
Barnie was my cat once I got older. We had a special bond that I still can't really explain. He was always following me, playing with me, and cuddling me. He will always hold a special place in my heart.
We went through a lot of medical issues with him in his old age. He had liver and kidney problems, and we were told that he only had a few months left to live. We were heartbroken. He was only 16 years old, we thought that he still had more time.He wasn't in pain, so we decided to let him come home and enjoy his last few months. Luckily for us, those three months turned into three more years. Eventually, we had to come to the hard descision to let him go. He was 19 and had a good life. We knew he wasn't happy anymore. It was the hardest day of my life. Even now, I cry as I write this.
Two years later, I finally brought myself around to look for another cat. I knew that nothing could replace Barnie, but I wanted another cuddly buddy. I started looking for Siamese kittens since I loved the breed. I was very picky. At first I wanted one that looked like my Barnie. It took me months of looking, but then I saw this picture of a little siamese kitty.
He looked nothing like my Barnie, but the image captured my heart. His points were extremely light compared to Barnie who had dark points. And this little kitty had stripes. He was a lynx point. The complete opposite of what I had been looking for, but I didn't care.
I emailed the foster mom and asked to see this cat. My mom and I went to her house, and found out that he had been rescued from a high kill shelter. When we met him, I feel in love. I knew he was it.
It'll be two years this September since I have adopted Bentley. He's gotten darker as he's aged, and if it weren't for the stripes, he'd look like Barnie. He is the sweetest and most loving cat. I'm so glad that I pushed myself to look for another cat. Even as I'm writing this, he is curled up in my lap snoring.
Not only do I now have my cuddly companion again, but I have something that filled that missing piece of my heart. I can't believe how lucky I am to not only have been the owner of one amazing siamese cat, but two. I will always love this breed and will always appreciate the love and affection that they have showed me.
I wish that I had a photo of Barnie to share, but sadly, they are all framed or scrapbooked and not on my computer.