Miss Emily Dickinson, my dear 14 year old kitty, died on Wednesday, today. She had only been ill one time before in her long life. I adopted her from the vets and the moment I saw her in her cage I knew she was the one for me. It was difficult at first as she kept attacking my legs and I couldn't seem to stop the behavior. Finally, I let her outside and then she stopped.
She loved to lie around looking at the sky and basking in the sun. In the winter she slept by my pillow and she always liked to share my chair when I read. She was very quiet, both my cats are, and loved routine and the familiar. Bibbity sometimes gave her a hard time. Miss Em always froze or cowered until Bibs left her alone or I came in to the rescue.
She was very beautiful, with her tri-colored fur and the sweetest cat I have ever known. I adored looking at her face and singing her special song to her.
I am glad I visited her yesterday at the vets for about half an hour. I told her she might be soon going to cat heaven and that I loved her. I told her again the story of how I found her and sang her song. My heart is hurting and I miss her dear, sweet self. She will be cremated and I will someday scatter her ashes, perhaps on the Cape. Namaste, Miss Em.