She was 13 years young and a very nervous cat. We called her our barometer kitty because she would howl,run low and hide long before we ever heard the thunder or rain. She died of congestive heart failure. She had been sick for a year and we counted ourselves lucky to have had that extra year after her diagnosis. We spoiled her rotten after that! She was a special spirit and I will love her always. She looked like a Chocolate Point Siamese but we called her our Belgium Waffle Point. She always wanted on my left side where ever I was. Our other cat, Phoebe, is my right hand kitty. I am awaiting a new kitten to be released from Obsession Cattery. There is a hole in my heart until then.
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