Grace
I can't bring myself to post anything about this on Facebook. The thought of a bunch of platitudes and thumbs up there would be unbearable--not because people wouldn't mean well, but there are so many people there who don't know what this little cat meant to me. Some of you do. Some of you remember this tiny kitten when she could fit in my hand, when I became her mother. Some of you will know why saying goodbye to her hurts as much as it does. She was so small, so fierce. Even when she stopped eating and the lump on her side grew, she never missed a beat. She talked to me every day, laid on top of me every night, bossed all the dogs around, and made my life better. Her presence here was large. I still have lots of tears in my throat over it, but it was time for her to go. Her last breath was in my arms and I stared into her eyes until I knew she wasn't there anymore. This cat was beloved and now she is gone.
