my lil fur baby...

As it turns out, Friday got worse. I haven't mentioned her on her before, but I have a little fur baby, Eowyn. And on Friday night she had a stroke.

I sat with her, stroking her poor little head while she still tried to flick her little tail and snuggle my hand. Two hours later, she had passed on. She was almost 10 years old. Thankfully, she seemed to be as comfortable as she could be... I just wish I hadn't been so busy all day that I had taken her presence for granted, not knowing it was my last day at a chance for a cuddle.

My Dad had bought her for me at market near my grandparents, from a kid selling kittens from a box... when she fit into the palm of my hand, the last little black kitten with big blue eyes, when we thought she was a he, and my Dad thought he hated cats...

Both things were wrong.

Rest in peace my kitty. I miss you curled up next to me while I work on projects already...