Ebbie, My Rescued Soulmate Kitty by Karen Rose Smith




Sometimes an animal comes into your life who means as much to you as a family member or beloved friend. Ebbie was that cat who I had an instant connection with and a bond that I still feel even though she left us unexpectedly on September 23, 2014.

I rescued Ebbie from a friend's farm, but really she rescued me.  I have fibromyalgia and pain every day.  I was on an errand when I first saw Ebbie on a snowy day before Christmas in 2000. She was about six weeks old and sick.  We were caring for our own inside cat who had a thyroid deficiency and wasn't doing well.  My husband reminded me how impractical it would be to bring home a kitten.  But I couldn't stop thinking about little Ebbie, sick in the snow.


  I went and picked her up a few days later.  I told hubby if she had to live in the bedroom so be it, but I wanted to adopt her.  The first few nights, I stayed up with her, massaging her sinuses so she could breathe.  She had a cough that was better when I held and petted her.  We took her to the vet before we brought her home and she went through 2 courses of antibiotics.  She and I were inseparable from the moment I brought her home.


A month later our other cat died, and we gave Ebbie the run of the house.  That spring, we adopted her half sister, London. 

 Ebbie was my soul sister and I felt my mom sent her to me at a particularly rough time in my life.  Ebbie knew when I was hurting and would lay on the spot that hurt most.  She was constantly by my side no matter where I was in the house.  She gave me head butts and kitty kisses and unconditional love.  I hope I did the same for her. 



 Last September 23 was an ordinary day when my cousin came for lunch.  Suddenly Ebbie was panting, couldn't get her breath and we rushed her to her vet.  She was only 14 but had congestive heart failure.  I lost a sister, a soulmate, and a best friend that day.  I couldn't let this day pass without posting about her beautiful, loving spirit.  I hope her amazing energy still surrounds us.  I hope she's watching over the fur babies in our care now. 


I miss you, Ebbie, each and every day.  I love London, Zoie, Halo, Paddy and Sunnybud.  But no one will ever take your place in my heart.








USA TODAY Bestselling Author Karen Rose Smith is an only child who delved into books at an early age. She learned about kindred spirits from Anne of Green Gables, solved mysteries with Nancy Drew and wished she could have been the rider on The Black Stallion. Yet even though she escaped often into story worlds, she had many aunts, uncles and cousins around her on weekends. Her sense of family and relationships began there. Maybe that's why families are a strong theme in her novels, whether mysteries or romances. Her 87th novel will be released in 2015.

Readers often ask her about her pastimes. She has herb, flowers and vegetable gardens that help her relax. In the winter, she cooks rather than gardens. And year round she spends most of her time with her husband, as well as her four rescued cats who are her constant companions. They chase rainbows from sun catchers, reminding her life isn't all about work, awards and bestseller lists. Everyone needs that rainbow to chase.

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3 comments:

gpangel on September 22, 2015 at 7:37 PM said...

Ebbie was a beautiful cat and I am so sorry for your loss. I have a wonderful cat with whom I have a very close bond, so I know what it means to feel a special connection like that. I'm sure Ebbie's spirit is there with you! What a nice tribute to her.

Jeannie D. said...

What a wonderful post Karen. It is a wonderful tribute to your furbaby. There is always that one special one. Mine is my little .maine Coon girl. I know I would be devastated if something happened to her. She is with me everywhere I go in the house. I think if
I had a diva bag she would go out and about with me. She sleeps with me, sits with me while I do my work on the computer. She sits on the counter and has to smell all my makeup as I am putting it on and talks to me while I am doing it. She chatters constantly to me and I swear I can understand what she is saying sometimes. I had just rescued her, she was six months old, when my Daddy passed away and I was in tears. She crawled up in my lap and put both of her little paws on my face and was so upset herself because I was crying., from that day on I think she became my soul mate.

Deborah Blake on September 23, 2015 at 7:42 AM said...

I am still missing little Samhain, who died last December. But my soulmate kitty is Magic the Cat, Queen of the Universe, who will turn 14 this coming January. I adopted her, her brother, and her mom from a shelter. I was just going to take her brother, but she muscled her way up the the front of the cage and said MEOW MEOW MEOW, which clearly translated as, "Take whichever other kitten you want, but I'm going home with you." I have been glad every day since that I did. When she finally goes, it it is going to be devastating. She sleeps by my head every night and bosses me around pretty much always. She's black, like your Ebbie.