Last night we said goodbye to our dear kitty Palsamour. The last few weeks have seen her rapidly decline. When she stopped eating a week ago we knew she was ready to move on, as my husband lovingly joked, to her tenth life. The kids and I took her outside for the first time to enjoy the grass beneath her feet, the wind on her fur, and the sound of the birds twittering at the feeders. She was happy.
As my husband put her in the carrier, my daughter asked if she could write Palsamour a letter. She drew a picture of our precious black cat and wrote 'I will miss your meow'. We all will miss her singular meow, her sweet disposition, and the even the annoying habit she had of sleeping in the crook of our knees, twisting us like a pretzel all night. Love you bluppet; we are the better for having known you.