My lovely princess flew over the Rainbow Bridge very suddenly yesterday; my apartment caught fire while I was at work and she (thank G-d for small favors) died of smoke inhalation.
We would have been together for 16 years later this month.
I will not lose her; I have always rented and when her predecessor, Scruffy, aka Quartermaster Scruffy, died, I had him cremated and still have his remains. I had always planned to do the same with her and she is being cremated right now. I plan to have them in the coffin with me when I make my departure.
The emergency personnel were wonderful; when they found her little body, they put it in a suitcase. They explained how she died. They offered to let me see her, which I chose not to do.
A wonderful friend and co-worker took her to a place and arranged the cremation.
I will leave the blog up, but don't know if or when I will feel like checking in. Please know that I loved this blog and the community we were a small part of.
If the Admiral was a Lion of the Veldt, the Princess was a Lion of Judah, as any proper Jewish kitty would aspire to be.
