Today we said goodbye to Annabelle. She was born in April 1998. She would have been 13-1/2 years old this month. She was the runt in a feral litter of nine, the smallest and the smartest one of the bunch.
In the prime of her life, before the diabetes got the best of her, Annabelle used to hunt and fought ferocious battles. One time she brought home an avocado pit that she had wrestled with for quite a while. Another time she came home with dirty muddy paws, evidence of a fierce battle with an ill-fated potato and dropped it in the middle of the kitchen floor.
She loved liver and bacon treats. She’d roll over for tummy rubs. She hated being brushed. She loved her heated bed. She never minded the dogs. She loved being inside boxes and bags.
Grandpaw Dwight called and wished her well on her journey. She was his favorite cat. Datie said she had long deserved her kitty wings and should be on her way. Auntie Juniper came with us to the vet to say our final goodbyes. Juniper was there when we first met Annabelle, many many years ago.
We will miss that silly girl.