Saturday, May 5, 2012

Missing Snicky

It's not the same around here without Snicky. There's an emptiness that three cats can't fill, although they are doing their best to distract us.

I found this photo of Snicky working hard to stay tolerant of a sick little kitten who took over her chair.

How beautiful she was, with her owlish orange eyes and tortoiseshell fur. How unfathomable her thoughts, how peculiar her tastes, how elegant her ways, and how sweet her curling up with us every night at the foot of the bed.

We miss her. But how lucky we were to have her for 18 years.

1 comment:

  1. What a moving eulogy!

    I hope the sharp points don't stab quite as keenly in the coming days, PB.


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