My sweet crazy girl
I lost Missy this morning. She had been diagnosed with heart disease a few months ago, though she'd been doing fine. Yet I knew that she could pass way suddenly. And she more or less did, she suddenly took a turn for the worst this morning and passed away despite the vets best efforts. I know she was suffering, and so I am grateful that she did not linger, but it still breaks my heart to miss her. There will be an empty whole in our lives without her here to fill it.
She showed up as a stray in our neighborhood almost seven years ago, so I know she had to be at least nine years old, maybe older. Someone had declawed her and had her neutered, so I don't know she ended up outside. We took her in after trying to find her own, thinking maybe she had somehow managed to escape her owners. I was at first hesitant, as we already have numerous cats, but she was a joy to have. Missy was always so inquisitive, playful, happy. She was a joyful little soul, found pleasure in the smallest of things, and I have so many happy memories of her. Of her silly antics, like bouncing off the ball and springing over backwards, or pawing at me to crawl under the blankets, the way she'd snuggle against me or perk up so happy when I gave her a treat. She was fearless, the only one that would play and be affectionate with my one boy cat who was her best friend, and always friendly when people came over. She was a little sweetheart, in so many ways...and I'm missing her so badly. Their time with us far too short, it's never long enough it seems like.