I’ve been saving this post for a few days now, unsure how I could find sufficient words to write a tribute to my little mow girl. Patches came into my life a few weeks before my tenth birthday. She was a tiny little barn kitten, fighting and hissing at the big, scary dogs around her. We took her home because, hey, we love spunk. I have never regretted that day, as she quickly became an integral part of the family.
My little girl had been fading fast the past few weeks, ever since I returned from my trip back east. She ate very little (a big change, if you knew her), and eventually we made the decision to have her euthanized this past Sunday.
These past few weeks have been some of the hardest of my entire life. I loved this cat with every fiber of my being: she was my best friend, and got me through many challenges and broken hearts. She looked out for me as much as, if not more than, I looked out for her, and I was happy to be able to return the favor while she was ill. I truly feel that she clung to life until she saw me happily married, and then felt she could leave peacefully knowing I would be all right.
We lived together for 18 years, and every moment with her was filled with joy. Jason and I are choosing to remember her as she was before her illness: happy, healthy, ornery and downright sassy. Patches had a personality much larger than her tiny frame, and our apartment feels quiet without her. She was the best little mow I could imagine, and I feel so blessed to have had her in my life.