January 16, 2012
1991 to 2012. My Buddy Emme Dunn was a firecracker, one of those unique, eccentric, shining, one-of-a-kind little souls that purred and played her way into my life. I was reluctant to take on a dependent as my job at the time was going south. Well, saying “yes” to Emme was one of the best decisions I have ever made. She closed the deal when she jumped in front of me, sideways, hissing as I carried laundry. She began on one side but then switched back and forth, hissing the whole time. She won: She was mine after that. As I climbed the stairs, a little paw would claw at me. It was her way a challenging me to a little “hand-to-hand” combat, or more appropriately “hand-to-paw” combat complete with abundant hissing drama. She was not fed very well at the time, and was little more than skin and bones. When she “adopted me,” she made up for the lack of food by becoming “Rubenesque,” that is, she became my little fat cat. Emme decided my role in life was to feed her, play with her constantly, and to provide a lap to purr for hours as I pet her. We were very bonded with each other. She LOVED her daddy, and I LOVED little Emme. I hate to admit, but she lasted longer than any of my relationships with any of my girlfriends. In fact, most of my ex girlfriends wanted Emme to stay but me to leave. How could I blame them? I had Emme for 19 years, and knew her for 20 years. She was everyone’s friend, that is, if you were human. She did not like other cats, and made sure they knew she didn’t like them. Emme developed hyperthyroidism three years ago and promptly become very frail, but she would still play as recently as four months ago. Emme continued to chase my 2-year-old female cat around the house, just to show her who was boss. She did that up until a month ago even though she was extremely frail. Emme is also an internationally published model. Her images were used for both print and websites. Emme died on Monday, Jan. 16, 2012. I stayed with her for 15 hours until she died. She deserved that. She was my buddy for life. Emme is survived by her really sad daddy, Patrick Ray Dunn, and two litters of “little Emmes” that she had before she adopted me. I will miss my pretty little shining light, my buddy, Emme Dunn, RIP
All Paws Great and Small Crematory
5611 E. Houston St.
San Antonio, TX