She is now in kitty heaven.
Maggie, my 21 year old pussy cat, passed away at ~5:10p on Thursday, Feb. 16, 2017. A day which, coincidentally, is my brother Bob's 56th birthday.
I fed her one last time, with baby food at 4:15p, but there was no muscle resistance or reflex movement, even when brushing her ears.
She died laying in front of a heater with a towel on her for warmth. She died at home with the sounds, sights, and scents that she knew so well.
I will have her cremated, so she will be with me always, as Katrina is.
My house is now just a house and no longer a home, as the warmth and love that Maggie brought is no longer here. She was a saint in the form of a cat.
I fed her one last time, with baby food at 4:15p, but there was no muscle resistance or reflex movement, even when brushing her ears.
She died laying in front of a heater with a towel on her for warmth. She died at home with the sounds, sights, and scents that she knew so well.
I will have her cremated, so she will be with me always, as Katrina is.
My house is now just a house and no longer a home, as the warmth and love that Maggie brought is no longer here. She was a saint in the form of a cat.