LB


In Memory of LB 
August 1996 – December 16, 2012

I can’t believe it was over 16 years that my beautiful LB picked me to be her human. She was so tiny she fit into the palm of my hand. And she was a handful, she kept me on my toes, her name officially was “Little Bugger.” I christened her that when on the way home from the RHS - she sliced my finger open when I stuck it through the hole in the kennel to pet her while I was stopped at the red light on the corner of Albert Street & 9th Avenue North.

Through the years LB stood for a lot of things beside Little Bugger, when I took her into be spayed the vet techs changed it to another B word when she nearly took one of their arms off. She was a feisty girl - when she was young the vet techs wouldn’t handle her if they didn’t have to. She was allergic to one of the vaccines that as a young cat she got yearly so she had to spend the day at the clinic to be monitored and I’d pick her up on my way home from work. I always had to go in the back and transfer her from the cage to her kennel; the vet techs gave her a very wide berth. While she was very happy to see me, I paid for days for taking her in for her shots. I believe she had her last vaccine when she was about 5 years old, it just wasn’t worth stressing her out, and I didn’t like the payback!

She had a love/hate relationship with my dad, one of her favourite past times was annoying him and he would take aim and throw his hat at her every time he saw her up on a counter or the kitchen table (which of course had the best view of the back yard). But he was always checking to make sure she was in the house at night and when he came home from the hospital after he had his first stroke, she was constantly by his side and he really appreciated her company. When he passed on in December of 2006 LB was out of sorts for a long time. I’m 100% certain that they’ve resumed their relationship and his hat goes flying at her often!

She was also known as Little Brat, Little Baby, Little Bit and of course Little Buddy. A truer friend there never was. She knew when I needed her to wrap herself around my neck and purr. I miss that already, I take comfort in knowing she doesn’t hurt anymore and her suffering was brief. Until I see you again, keep an eye on me my baby girl.