March 8, 2019
She was with me for nearly 17 years, longer than any other living creature has ever been part of my daily existence. She wandered into my life -a starving waif kitty, barely (not even) full grown- a month before I met DH. Preferring pets to food, in recent months she’d take the chicken drumstick bone right off my plate on the coffee table, using her three remaining teeth to gain sufficient purchase. At the end, I think that chicken bone weighed more than she did. It was only right that I was stroking her head as she drifted off.