I got a text from my mom this last Wednesday afternoon: Gracie, the sweet kitty pictured above, had passed away. When I saw her last, just a few weeks ago at Christmas, I noticed how skinny she was getting. However, I didn't realize the end would be coming so soon. It was unexpected and it hurt. The hardest part of having pets that are more like family.
We adopted Gracie when I was in middle school--our next door neighbor worked at a veterinary clinic, and someone had left a box of kittens on the front door to the office on a cold and rainy night. Gracie was one of those tiny, roly-poly kittens... and it didn't take much convincing for her to come home with us. Gracie held her own with Sadie, our older cat, and I will forever have memories of them running around the house together, rough-housing and playing and hissing and even curling up together, occasionally. Whereas Sadie was a little more reserved, Gracie was in the middle of the action all the time. She put up with the rough, playful adoration of daycare kids and was so well loved by her people. I'm grateful that the end for her was peaceful and quiet. I'll miss her.
"A home without a cat--and a well fed, well-petted and properly revered cat--may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?" --Mark Twain
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