Yesterday I wrote a post asking what your first impressions were when you looked at this stuffed cat. Thank you to everyone for your comments. It was fun to read what you thought about it and what you believed the story behind it may be. There was actually one reader who came very close to the true story!
This cat belongs to a very dear friend of mine, and it is very special to her and her family. She had told me the other night that when we share a nursing home together, she will fight me if I try to take the cat! How I can probably never fully comprehend what the cat has meant to them.
The cat’s name is Dewey, but no, he doesn’t look anything like Dewey in the stories about the gang at Moonbeam Farm.
I have mentioned in posts before about the battle that my dear friend was having with cancer. One day when my heart was heavy for him and his dear family I wrote a story about Dewey and Jaxon going to their house to spread some comfort. It wasn’t your typical Moonbeam Farm story, but it was on my heart. I knew that Dewey and Jaxon had big hearts and I wanted to portray that.
My friends were very touched by the story. They had been big fans of Dewey and his friends from the very beginning and very excited when I said how Colin and I were putting their stories into a book. Pat started spreading the word to his nurses right away about the coming book.
One day we were going to go visit Pat and Sherry and I wanted to take something to help make them smile. I wanted something unique and different. The story that I had written popped into my head and I thought about finding an adorable stuffed cat for them. I would tell them that Dewey had come to stay with them. I had a couple hours to go to the store, how hard could it be to find a stuffed cat?
Well, I was wrong, I could not find a stuffed cat that appealed to me anywhere. There were some real tiny ones, but they were hard, not cuddly. I was shaking my head thinking of a Plan B, as I was running out of time. I walked into one more store and there was “Dewey” , the cat that you see above! I picked him up, he was definitely soft and huggable, but….!! First of all this was supposed to be “Dewey” a boy cat and this cat didn’t really look like a boy to me. Second, I really wasn’t planning on getting a cat with flowers all over it! This was not at all how I had imagined Dewey to look when I wrote about him. This cat was for a grown adult, not a little child. I put it back on the shelf and walked away.
I walked out of the store and then walked back in for there was something that had drawn me to ” Dewey”, it was his big smile! Dewey was a happy, carefree cat and this cat definitely displayed that feeling. How could you not smile when looking at this ridiculous cat! Isn’t that what I wanted? I wanted something that would make my friends smile, when their hearts were wracked with pain!
I bought it and laughed at my husband’s expression when he saw it! I informed him that “Dewey” from the stories was a very special, unique cat and hey how much more unique can you get than this stuffed cat??
When we arrived at Pat and Sherry’s my confidence about the cat was beginning to fade. What would they think? I kept it hidden in its package for awhile. It wasn’t until we were ready to leave that I remembered it and I presented Sherry with “Dewey”. We all left with smiles on our faces and laughter in our hearts. I believe she was thinking that her dear friend had lost her mind!
We weren’t far down the road before I got a text. It was a picture from Sherry. A picture of Pat holding Dewey with a smug grin on his face. The caption read, ” Pat cat-napped Dewey from me!” I smiled, as that confident feeling had come back again.
Dewey became more special than any of us would have imagined. He was with Pat just about all the time! He traveled with him when he would go into the hospital for treatments. The nurses would get a kick out of Dewey. Can you just imagine the sight of a grown man carrying “Dewey” in his arms and having him on his bed beside him!
When I couldn’t be with Sherry and she was having a rough day, she would text that she was hugging Dewey. The only problem was that most of the time Dewey was with Pat, and Pat wouldn’t always share. I talked to Jaxon and he was eager to go and be there for the family too, so off he went. Well for those of you that know Odessa, you can believe that she was adamant about joining her friends as well, so off she flew.
Dewey, Jaxon and Odessa were always in view when visitors would come in and out of Pat and Sherry’s house, and they would make the visitor’s hurting hearts smile too.
Dewey was right by Pat’s head when he took his last breath.
Imaginary characters in a book? No….Love has made them real!
You never know where miracles may hide!