Scarlett
Scarlett died last week. She came to live with us a few days after my dad died. That was almost 10 years ago. The vet thought she was some where between 1 and 2 years old.
For the past few years, I didn't live with her. I moved away for graduate school. I think I was secretly glad to go, I knew she was getting older and I didn't want to see...
I had so many names for her. Harlot. Nonie. Fancy Britches. Rabbit. She was my friend. She was my family.