Thread: Minnie, my heart and soul

Seventeen and a half years ago I held a little half Siamese, half Norweigan Forest Cat, in the palm of my hand, just barely born and cleaned by her mother and I knew that she was definitely the one of a litter of six that would be staying with me (as it turned out so did her half brother, Prince, who went before her several years ago. An hour ago I said goodbye to my Minnie, as the family vet finished administering the drugs. She not only had inherited the Siamese look but also the voice. Her full name was Minnie Mouth, a verbal, constantly commentating raucous cat that let me know the lay of the land and what she thought of everything. As I told the vet, I will miss the noise. I felt the breath leave her and knew that the Universe was welcoming her back with open arms and that she would have a chance to be with her mother again. I celebrate her being and can only remember the good parts and not her decline and demise. Where would we be without our animals?