My Purrfect Minnie

the Circle of Life

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I remember that day she literally sit up on her quilt in the bathtub.Since her stroke on February 7th 2018,it was the safest spot for her.

I should have gotten a photo in hide-sight.It was so memorable.

Going through grief for my beloved Minnie.
Thinking too much, knowing what was inevitable.

I am doing some research.

On the evening of the 6 th of March Minnie lay very still, she made no attempts at her pretend running, she had no odor about her.
She smelled sweet as always when I held her in death the following afternoon.
Right eye open; the left frozen in a wink of sorts as that was the side she was laying on. She passed peacefully in the home she had known since 2005.

In my research I read:

“Later, while interviewing a psychiatrist about complicated grief, she comments that people “often have an easier time” when the dying is slow, when you watch your beloved animal slowly disintegrate. In a sense, she says, the mourning begins before death knocks on the door, when someone is dead before they’re truly dead.”

Source:
https://longreads.com/2017/11/01/how-much-is-too-much-to-save-a-dying-cat/

In hide-sight she slept all day and wandered howling and confused at night.
She ate constantly and still wanted more. She lost more weight very quickly.
She had gotten her bowels straight after so many years of the IBS stress China brought upon her.
She sit and stared at her water bowl,or laid next to the frog fountain in awe of the trickling waterfall cascading down.

She no longer sought out lap time and would let me hold her but soon became agitated.

It was as if she was getting me used to the fact that she was leaving me.

After her stroke when she could no longer walk, she allowed me to care for her. She still snuggled her head in the palm of my hand and suckled my neck like old times.

I will remember my precious Minnie as my purrfect feline.
The one that threw up in the litter box, never on the floor.
The one that was never sick except once with a URI.
The one who always came when I called her name.
The unconditional love she gave.
I will be loving her always.

Adopted at 11 months of age January 7th 2004- Rainbow Bridge March 7th 2018 (Age 15 Years)

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National Lost Sock Memorial Day


National Lost Sock Memorial Day.

Kudo’s to the Twinnies

My Comments:
Lost Sock Memorial. How about when you accept the lost sock is gone forever, you get rid of the spare or find some ungodly use for it. Then one day you are putting clean sheets on your bed and lo and behold the missing sock falls out. Then the search begins for the spare that you did away with. Go figure

I just opened up Facebook and this picture showed up.

There’s that synchronicity again….

Home Bound Whitney


It felt like spring time
On this February morning

It felt like spring time
On this February morning
In the courtyard
Birds were singing your praise
I’m still recalling things you said
To make me feel alright

I watched the service online (Live).

It was an amazing send off to Home.

Whitney Elizabeth Houston
(August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012)