I think Tasha is getting ready to let go of life soon. I know she's old -- 17, which is kitty ancient -- but I'm still trying to deal with it. She and her brother were my first cats all those years ago. We rescued the litter when we lived in Pt. Townsend when the parents, both feral cats, moved in under the motel my parents managed. She was the runt of the litter, a little white furball. L.B. we had to put to sleep a few years back, but Tasha just keeps holding on. But the signs are there she's ready to move on. I thought she might be gone when I woke up this morning. I thought she'd died when I was petting her last night; for a few moments she just wasn't *there*. I already miss her.
Posted by Ith at June 18, 2003 12:28 PMI'm so sorry, hon. Big hugs coming your way.
Posted by: Da Goddess on June 20, 2003 2:30 PMSo sorry to read of the passing of your furry friend, Tasha. My favorite kitty of more than twelve years, Pawla knew it was time. And just stepped out one morning in February and never returned. Don't delve on the present. Just smile and remember the fun and pleasure our friends have shared with their human staff.
Posted by: Red Ruffansore on June 20, 2003 5:59 PMThanks to all of you :)
Posted by: Ith on June 20, 2003 6:40 PMIth, I am very sorry for your loss. Family members, be they furrballs or not, are parts of us that are irreplaceable. My prayers are for you, as I know your friend is in a good place now.
Posted by: Sharon Ferguson on June 20, 2003 10:32 PM