RIP

It's strange when the reality of death finally hits. It hit me when the emergency vet's office called this morning to say that our cat's ashes had arrived and were available for pickup.

Our cat died on early Monday morning. She was 18 years old and had been suffering from a slow-growing tumor in her nasal cavity for a year and a half. Here is a pic just before we took her to the vet to be put to sleep.

We thought she was going to die in June of this year. In fact, the DD and DS1 flew in to say good-bye to her before she passed away. (DS2 lives nearby.) She recovered and was back to her old self until this past Sunday when she suffered a sudden relapse of the worst of her previous symptoms.

A dear friend of ours gave us the cat and her littermate while we were living in Ohio. She drove all the way from NC with the cats (who were just kittens then). They quickly became part of the family. They went with us when we moved to Sweden and then England and finally back to the US. The cats even understood some Swedish.

Her littermate is still alive and active and living with us.