Last September, I blogged here about the passing of Fred, age fourteen. Hubby thought he was diabetic; I thought
he was in kidney failure. And I suppose the two would have been related. Whatever
the case, we found him a few days later, resting peacefully in our woods.
Alice, at only nine years old, died suddenly and unexpectedly on March 10th of this year. I haven’t mentioned it here until now, because, well, it was sudden and unexpected.
And with heavy heart, I guess
it’s time to announce the passing of my sweet uni-kitty, Betty, at age eleven. We
haven’t seen her since the first of July. Perhaps, she has found a new home
with a loving family somewhere else. With her beautiful green eyes and
bewitching tuft of hair on the top of her head, anyone would want to claim her
as their own if they were able. Of course, there are other not so happy scenarios,
but I will finish her story by saying she is only in our lives in our memories
now.
Which leaves us with one. I’ve
always had a soft spot in my heart for big orange boy kitties (is he still a Tom
if he’s been fixed?).
Cheshire feels all these losses the same as we have. We are thankful that he and Dino still have each other.
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