In memory of Marty

Remembering Marty

Hello... My name is Martha... I'm the one who rescued the little orange and white kitten named Marty in 2003 or 2004...

Marty

Today... Is the worst day of my life... Today, my little baby boy... my pride and joy... my little kitten, Marty... Got hit by a car and died. I cant breathe... I cant think... I dont know what to do... 3 or 4 years spent with my little sweetheart... And just like that... He's gone.

I found him as a scared, homeless little orange and white kitten in my grandmother's backyard, feral as could be. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was special. But I didnt know how much he would change my life, and how special he would make it...

Marty clowning

I raised him from that little scared baby boy, into the best cat I've ever know... So affectionate, tolerant, obediant, loving, and all those other qualities that are so few and far between. He was my baby; My son. I loved him more than I have hardly anything else in my whole life. He would sleep in my arms at night, snuggled up against me, his little head in my hand. The only reason I was able to sleep at times was because of his soft purring.

He was definatly a character too, always wagging his tail, even when he was perfectly happy and purring. He loved to play 'run-away-from-mommy' and all sorts of other games that were simply mischevious in nature, but whenever I rattled the food bag, he'd come running. At night, when it was time to go to bed, all I would have to do was call his name, and he'd bound into my arms, mewing happily.

He talked to me... Whenever I would say his name, meow at him, or even look at him, he'd mew at me in the sweetest voice, with those big gorgeous golden eyes. He was the one I could confide all my deepest, darkest secrets to, and he'd respond with a gentle lick, or a soft nuzzle. He was my companion... My best friend... Whenever he was scared, he'd always come running to me, wanting me to hold him close... To protect him from everything... And when I would, he'd cling to me, and never want me to let go...

I would wake up to the sound of his voice every morning... He'd race me down the stairs, meowing the entire way, wanting me to feed him. He was there for me whenever I needed him... when I knew I couldn't trust anyone else in the world... He was there when I was sick... When I was lonely... Depressed, in pain... He was the reason I got out of bed most of the time... Because I knew he needed me... Because I knew I had to take care of my baby boy...

peek a boo Marty

...And now... He's gone. Just like that... He died in the street right outside my house... Within view of my bedroom window... God... If I had only looked outside, then maybe... I miss him so much... I just dont know what to do without my baby... I feel numb... Totally, utterly, and completely numb...

My little baby boy died today... And I wasnt there for him...

If you could, please let Mrs. Diane see this... I'm not quite sure how to spell her name, but she's the one who helped me with Marty when he was just a kitten... Thank you for your time, and -PLEASE- write back and tell me if you got my email or not... It would mean the world to me...