Our beloved Miss Kitty had became ill these past few weeks and died this past Weds. afternoon. She was 19. She had lived a long, lovely, exceptionally healthy life since I took her home as a palm-sized black stray from a young girl selling Mistletoe in front of a Pharmacy, Christmas 1994. She had curled up in my hand and purred loudly. I miss her profoundly. My eyes are tearing up now again, just thinking of her palling around with our chickens in the run, or patiently waiting for me to finish my nightly walks so she could head bump me, or dance on our bellies in the middle of the night. She was an indoor/ outdoor cat, and I am eternally grateful that she had waited for us inside to be at home with her. My DH discovered her lying in the hallway rug and brought her to me. I held her during her (thankfully) peaceful and natural end, while she gazed into my eyes- almost as if she realized it would be the last time we would see each other. Yesterday, I had given her a 'dreaded' bath, and she laid in my arms in a towel for hours afterward, contentedly purring while I slowly rubbed her dry- looking back, I think she knew that her time was short. Afterward she went to be with the chickens while I took her photo with them, looking clumped from her bath. I am so glad I will always have that bittersweet memory, but, darn, I don't like grieving. Thank you, my loyal and loving friend. I am truly grateful for all the years that you shared with us. Not all family members are human. She will always stay with me. Be at peace our precious dear heart. You were my special girl. Isn't it amazing that those little devils in an angel's body take up so much of our hearts? In a Sunbeam Here was our crocheting cat, smelling and picking up the crochet needle to make sure it was crocheted correctly. She even liked the roos, and watched "chicken theater" constantly. Strangely, the chickens were never afraid and hung around her too. This was one of the last photos taken of her. Thank you for listening.