As I sit here, drinking my coffee and feeling like I don't know what to do with my time (even though I set my alarm for later this morning), I decided to write your tribute. Just writing the title made me sob so much that I had to put my coffee down.
Anyway, your time in my life was relatively short, compared to most of my other kitties. I believe it was ten years ago this month that we took you into our home. While I don't know the first few chapters of your story, I hope I made the rest of your time on this earth as pleasant as possible, and I hope you know that you were very loved.
Run free with your brother at the Bridge now, Sara. You were both very much alike in that you both loved to sneak out - and you both DID sneak out on more than one occasion. No more sneaking out, as you are free to roam wherever you want. No doors, no gates, no pills, no needles. You will never hurt again, my dear sweet girl.
I miss you so much Sara. You were always our tiny but feisty little girl. I still remember when you and Lucky would sit there waiting to lick my plate or bowl, and you'd push him away so you could have all of it. And when we got the cat tree, you claimed the top of it, first thing.
You were such a beautiful girl, inside and out. You didn't have a mean bone in your body. I know you didn't care for the kits since they wanted to play and, well, you didn't, and for that I'm sorry. Ms. Pea-Pea was watching over you yesterday before we left. I don't know if you realized that, but wanted you to know. I still remember when she started grooming you.
I know you missed Lucky, even more than Maple who has known him almost her whole life. I sometimes think that is part of why this happened. You got diagnosed with CKD less than a month after he died, and then less than six months later, you were gone too. And my heart is breaking as I mourn for both of you.
I will always remember this beautiful little face.
Anyway, your time in my life was relatively short, compared to most of my other kitties. I believe it was ten years ago this month that we took you into our home. While I don't know the first few chapters of your story, I hope I made the rest of your time on this earth as pleasant as possible, and I hope you know that you were very loved.
Run free with your brother at the Bridge now, Sara. You were both very much alike in that you both loved to sneak out - and you both DID sneak out on more than one occasion. No more sneaking out, as you are free to roam wherever you want. No doors, no gates, no pills, no needles. You will never hurt again, my dear sweet girl.
I miss you so much Sara. You were always our tiny but feisty little girl. I still remember when you and Lucky would sit there waiting to lick my plate or bowl, and you'd push him away so you could have all of it. And when we got the cat tree, you claimed the top of it, first thing.
You were such a beautiful girl, inside and out. You didn't have a mean bone in your body. I know you didn't care for the kits since they wanted to play and, well, you didn't, and for that I'm sorry. Ms. Pea-Pea was watching over you yesterday before we left. I don't know if you realized that, but wanted you to know. I still remember when she started grooming you.
I know you missed Lucky, even more than Maple who has known him almost her whole life. I sometimes think that is part of why this happened. You got diagnosed with CKD less than a month after he died, and then less than six months later, you were gone too. And my heart is breaking as I mourn for both of you.
I will always remember this beautiful little face.
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