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!

💔🐈💔