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:
Sorry to hear that, Anna. My cat was 19 when she died peacefully last spring, so I know what you're going through.
Thanks, Carrie. Only another pet person can understand that special bond.
Now she can frolic with Cleo! =^..^=
Ah, there they go, springing through the high grass. Lovely girls.
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