Wednesday, December 12, 2007



Olivia, forever seventeen

My catsitting charge/officemate/cuddlebuddy, Olivia, went to Rainbow Bridge last night. She went as quietly as only she could, in her carrier on my lap in the vet's office, with her humom, Linda beside us.

It's been a hard year, and Olivia helped me get through a lot of the ick that year had to offer. She was herself right up until a couple of days before the end, and the decline on her last day was quick. We will miss her, but are forever grateful for the years we had together. Happy trails and fair winds, baby girl.

4 comments:

Carrie Lofty said...

Sorry to hear that, Anna. My cat was 19 when she died peacefully last spring, so I know what you're going through.

Anna said...

Thanks, Carrie. Only another pet person can understand that special bond.

E. Catherine Tobler said...

Now she can frolic with Cleo! =^..^=

Anna said...

Ah, there they go, springing through the high grass. Lovely girls.