The little tortoise shell cat who adopted
us died yesterday.
I have no idea of her origins other than she
was a pet of a neighbor who passed away.
Then the nameless little furball became
a girl of the streets.
We met on a swelteringly hot day in
August after hurricane Ida, when she
waltzed into my house.
She was a literal bag of bones.
Over the next few days, I fed and
watered her.
She must have seen something
in me other than free food
because she never left.
Her best buddies, the hens, all passed away
and then she was our last girl.
Her hearing and eyesight failed her
and she slowed way down.
The final straw was a kitty stroke
that robbed her of movement.
Our Vet helped her transition
over the rainbow bridge.
Thank you Minew
for adopting us.
We never knew we needed a cat,
but you,
my girl,
were the best!
💔🐈💔
