Goodbye my sweet friend

My baby girl, Olive, died last night. It's all my fault, I was closing up the house because I'd had the doors open since the house was 97 degrees inside when I got home. She decided that if I was closing up, it was time to go walkabout, I guess, and something attacked her. I tried to get her back in all night, but when it's hot out, she would often stay out all night and show up like, what? in the morning after I'd spent a sleepless night worrying about her.

No need to lecture me about outdoor kitties. I lost the war with her a long time ago, and I've lived in fear of this day. She'd gotten so much better in her old age, content to lie under the grill in the shade on the back deck, or hang out in the window perch next to me while I worked.

She slept on my bed next to my head, and hated Blues kitty so much she tried to move in with a neighbor once. Every morning they slap-fought while I got their food ready. She loved milk more than anything in the world. She loved to play, even at her age, and chase fuzzy wooly balls around, and she talked to me all the time and loved to lick me, especially after I'd put lotion on.

She was my best bud, and I hate myself now for letting her go. I love her so much.

Goodbye, my sweet friend

My baby girl, Olive, died last night. It's all my fault, I was closing up the house because I'd had the doors open since the house was 97 degrees inside when I got home. She decided that if I was closing up, it was time to go walkabout, I guess, and something attacked her. I tried to get her back in all night, but when it's hot out, she would often stay out all night and show up like, what? in the morning after I'd spent a sleepless night worrying about her.

No need to lecture me about outdoor kitties. I lost the war with her a long time ago, and I've lived in fear of this day. She'd gotten so much better in her old age, content to lie under the grill in the shade on the back deck, or hang out in the window perch next to me while I worked.

She slept on my bed next to my head, and hated Blues kitty so much she tried to move in with a neighbor once. Every morning they slap-fought while I got their food ready. She loved milk more than anything in the world. She loved to play, even at her age, and chase fuzzy wooly balls around, and she talked to me all the time and loved to lick me, especially after I'd put lotion on.

She was my best bud, and I hate myself now for letting her go. I love her so much.