Anyone who knows cats, knows that they are very good at hiding just
how sick they are.
Right after my last post, Sydney started walking into walls, and doors. She stopped
using the litter box, and was definitely in distress.
I took her to my vet, who explained that she was in kidney failure, and her BP was
probably so high, that it caused retinal detachment and sudden blindness.
With my heart breaking, I let her go.
She came here in 2009, was hiding in my barn. She weighed 6 lbs and
was very pregnant.
She's been here ever since, and she could never get enough to eat.
She was in charge, no matter how many cats we had in the studio, or even when dogs
came to stay.
She was the queen, and she knew it.
Before I lived at the studio, we used to call her the "Walmart Greeter", because
she ran to greet everyone who came in the door.
After we moved here, she got spoiled with having people around all the
time, so she stopped doing that, only greeting a select few.
She was a presence in this old house, and getting used to this empty space she left won't be easy.
Also, before we lived here, she was allowed to sit in a box on the kitchen counter.
That was when she could still jump up there.
The box became so ripped and flattened because she was too big for it, so much so that
one of her fans send me a roll of fancy duct tape to reinforce it.
She was a big girl with a beautiful face and expressive eyes.
She didn't feel one bit bad about her size.
She had the shortest little legs, we called them "bunny legs".
She may have had a rough start in life, but for the last 14 years, she has lived her
best life, even going out the dog door into the dog yard the last two years.
I think she's winking at me here.
Good bye sweet girl.
You will be so missed.
They knew who the boss was.
"So now who's running this joint?"
