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This is a page I made for the I am Loved challengeon The Digichick blog. Journaling reads: I once had an all-black cat named Ebony. My boyfriend at the time was working for the local humane society and had gotten my parents' permission to give me a cat for my 20th birthday. On a previous visit to the shelter I had chosen an older cat named Phyllis. When the day came to go get a cat from the shelter my parents wanted to come along to have their say. We were in the cat room looking around when I walked by one of those floor-to-ceiling cat scratching post / play towers in the middle of the room. As I passed by, one cat reached out and swiped me across the face trying to catch my dangly earring. She was a little all-black cat named Carol. My parents immediately preferred this feisty little kitty because they needed a mouser, not a lap cat. I had to admit she was cute, young and playful. Besides, my mother convinced me that Carol was the one who chose me when she reached out and got my attention. We chose her and renamed her Ebony.Ebony chose me. She was mine. She loved me and I loved her.She was my cat for the next several years. When I made the choice to move to Japan of course I couldn't take her so she stayed home with Mom and Dad. I missed her, but could meet her when I would go home every summer. It was like she was waiting for me. She remembered me. She would come up to me and snuggle me, and while I was home it was like she was all mine again. The years passed, I got older, she got older. About 5 years ago when I was home visiting during summer vacation something happened. We're not sure if it was some kind of accident or animal attack, or what. But I found her outside under my bedroom window late at night. The dogs next door were barking like crazy so I shined a flash light down to see. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing in the light, she was panting and couldn't move. I immediately ran outside to get her. I woke up Mom and Dad and they brought her into the house. It was clear that something was very wrong. There were no visible injuries or blood, but she was obviously in great pain. It was time to say good-bye.She died when I could be there to hold her. I am so thankful that she died while I was home and could see her one last time. She waited for me. She loved me and I loved her.Last year on my birthday, my daughter surprised me with a birthday present she had picked out and bought with her own money. Its a little black cat doll on a cell-phone strap. With the gift she gave me a card and she wrote this message. “Happy Birthday Mommy. For your birthday I will give you Ebony. I hope you like it because I chose it especially for you. I love you.” Twenty-two years after the first one, I got another Ebony. I've never cried over a birthday gift before, but I cried for this one. My daughter remembers Ebony and knows how much I miss her even now. I have never before received such a thoughtful gift given out of pure love. I love my daughter's precious gift. It reminds me of my Ebony, but even more it reminds me of how much my daughter loves me.She chose it just for me because she loves me. I am loved.———–Page template by Fiddle-dee-dee, Fuss Free Like Mother Like Daughter. Papers, hook & eye, white frame, ribbons, and loved alpha by Jen Wilson. Black frame by Jen U. Polka dot alpha by Nikki Beaudreau. Black stitched alpha by Amy Wolff. Felt strung flower and swirls by Jofia Designs. Stitches by Ronna Penner. Monthly ticket date tab by Roben-Marie Designs. Red felt heart by Shabby Princess.Thank you so much for looking!
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