A passing and a Life Well Lived
The matriarch of a fine line of cats has passed.
She was my sweet baby.
I bottled fed her from her first day of birth.
I midwifed her first litter of Tiggerkin.
Many have been gifted with the long line of Tiggerspawn that followed, there are yet Tiggerspawn gracing someone's loving lap.
She slept in my armpit as a baby and birthed in my armpit and I held her there last night knowing she might not ever breath there again. She wanted to be in the bathtub, where she used to sit by Jeff as he meditated. That is where she passed.
She loved thunderstorms.
She gifted me and Jeff with young rats for our wedding day.
She loved me better than I deserved.
I will miss her, but she lived a fine cat life and 18 is not too bad in kitty years.
Good bye my sweet Tigger rest in the paws of Bastet and give Jeff a snuggle for me.
She was my sweet baby.
I bottled fed her from her first day of birth.
I midwifed her first litter of Tiggerkin.
Many have been gifted with the long line of Tiggerspawn that followed, there are yet Tiggerspawn gracing someone's loving lap.
She slept in my armpit as a baby and birthed in my armpit and I held her there last night knowing she might not ever breath there again. She wanted to be in the bathtub, where she used to sit by Jeff as he meditated. That is where she passed.
She loved thunderstorms.
She gifted me and Jeff with young rats for our wedding day.
She loved me better than I deserved.
I will miss her, but she lived a fine cat life and 18 is not too bad in kitty years.
Good bye my sweet Tigger rest in the paws of Bastet and give Jeff a snuggle for me.