Our poor old cat, Kes, died Sunday morning.
To be honest, I’m mostly just feeling relief that it’s all over with. What I enjoyed most about her was looking out a window and seeing a pretty little calico cat sitting against the south side of a tree trunk, or in the grass in front of the flowers, or on the back porch as in the picture above, taken last summer. I think, for a long time, I will still look out the window half expecting to see her somewhere.
I sort of lost track of exactly how old she was. We got her as a kitten sometime in the late 90′s.