Prancer, my 1st Manx Cat was with me for 17 ˝ years. She was given to me as a Christmas gift and I have to say that she was the best gift I have ever received. From the moment I first held her when she was only about 8 wks old until the last time I held her watching her die in my arms, that baby was there for me & she always loved me so much.
It's been a little over a year since I lost Prancer & sometimes I miss her so much that I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. This only happens when I 'm alone & able to completely break down & sob like a baby. I sometimes wonder if I'm crazy for acting this way, she was "just a cat." But then I realize that she was so much more than that, she shared my entire adult life with me, no matter what I did or what I was going through, she unconditionally loved me. It's no wonder my heart still aches for her.
I now have 2 Manx cats, Boobie Doo, he's my clown & Luv Bug, she's my pain in the ass, I love them with all my heart. They will never be able to fill the void that I have to live with but they are so special in their own little way. I only hope that I will get to keep them around for 17 ˝ years too.
A big chunk of my heart was taken when I lost Prancer, I now realize that she took it with her to that Rainbow Bridge to keep her company until the day comes that I cross that bridge in search of my special baby. At that time she'll give that piece of my heart back to me & we can then be together again forever.
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