this is Hetty, two Sundays ago
May. 7th, 2009 04:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elderwitty
Today I buried her in the backyard, under the apple tree and honeysuckle. She was 16 years old and caught a cat cold last week, so it wasn't terribly surprising when she laid down in the neighbor's yard and died. Doesn't make me any happier about it, though.
She was the last of my four cats. Why four? I had a string of cats who didn't live past three (hit by car, ran away, cancer), so when Little Face was 2.5, I got Youdere as a backup. When she was 5 and he was 2.5, I figured they were both due to keel over soon, and got Emma. Hetty followed the next year. I went from no cat surviving three years to four cats over 13. Now I'm back to none, for the first time in 20 years.
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Date: 2009-05-12 06:21 am (UTC)What a sweet face she had.
Farewell to a good kitty.
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Date: 2009-05-12 08:47 am (UTC)She was sweet. Even while she was gnawing on my thumb knuckle, she was very sweet. Though, to be fair, she only did that when I was holding her upside down and trimming her claws.
She was the 'no-problem' child of the four. The one who risks not getting enough attention, because she didn't make a fuss like the others. The middle child analogue, even though she was the youngest.
Thanks again.