Katie Heather

     She was a special cat.  So special that she got two names.  When she was born it was obvious she'd have to be treated as special.  Our Uncle Jack offered to put Katie Heather out of her misery.  She would never be able to lead a normal female cat's life.  You see, Katie Heather had no back legs. 
And so, the cat would scoot along the floor to get around. 
     My brother David would not allow her to be put down.  He believed any person or animal had the right to life.  He made up his mind to take care of Katie Heather.  It wasn't easy.  Her using a litter box was challenging.  The cat ended up living a long time.  One fateful day, though, she died.  My brother blamed himself.  Somehow Katie Heather had gotten out of the house. 
     The day she slipped outdoors was a bitter cold one and she remained outside overnight.  The scooting along the frozen ground surely added to her demise.  But she had been loved.  She had lived a long life that if not for David, she would not have lived at all. 
     Katie Heather, you are remembered.  Your name alone was unusual and got my attention.  Not too many cats are special enough to have had two names.