Last Thursday my heart shattered into a million pieces. My sweet Sherbert went to heaven. We found out the week before that she had kidney failure. She was in the hospital and improving, but she couldn’t go on any longer. She was ready to go see Marmalade and her sister, Pumpkin.
We adopted Sherbert and her sister, Pumpkin, in the Fall of 2000. They had been abandoned on the side of the interstate. Someone brought them to the vets office and Chicken Legs insisted we adopt them.
Sherbert had lots of nicknames, as most pets do. Bert, Bertie Bert, Sherbie, Turbo, Turbo Sherbo, Turbie, Bertie B, Sweet B, Sweet Pea, B B, just to name a few.
She loved to sit in my lap. She purred so loud. She was a little purr-colator.
She didn’t like to be held. She turned into the tasmanian devil if you attempted to pick her up.
She was fast as lightning. Hence the nickname, Turbo.
She loved to roll around on the rugs. She loved burlap – went absolutely crazy rubbing all over it.
She always got in my overnight bag when I was packing.
She would stand up to check things out.
She LOVED to get in drawers.
She could jump from the floor to the top of Chicken Legs’ dresser – about 5 feet.
She loved to sit in boxes.
She spent most of her days during the winter in front of the heater.
Her favorite human food was ham and cheez-its. I left my ham sandwich unattended one day and she stole the ham out of it and ate it! I had to start making a plate of ham for her at lunch.
Sherbert was always special to me. She went through a lot in her short life and was a tough little cookie.
I had almost 14 wonderful years with Sherbert. She was my everything. I loved her more than anything in this world.
It will be strange going into the bedroom and not seeing her sleeping on the bed. I will miss her meowing at me, sleeping by my side and petting her.
She has only been gone a few days, but we all miss her tremendously.