Warning: very sad post ahead.
Last November, just before Thanksgiving, we had to say good-bye to our sweet kitty, Beezy.
Beezy was 16. We met when she was 2; I was visiting the animal shelter in search of a kitty to adopt. The next day, Beezy adopted me. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we were kitty-human soul mates. Could it be because she was born in Bacon’s Castle, the same small town that I lived in til I was 23?
And when I fell in love with Motor Man, Beezy fell in love with him too.
When Motor Man and I were out of town, Marshall took care of Beezy for us. She looked forward to his visits (and the treats he’d give her).
Over the years, Beezy helped me wrap Christmas presents,
Beezy accompanied us on road trips in our RV,
and, back at home, she occasionally enjoyed the glow of a cozy fire.
Our friends ask if we’ll adopt another kitty. We won’t say “never”, but we know there’ll never be another Beezy.