Yesterday, I lost my beloved and beautiful furry friend of 17 years, Pandora. She always conducted herself with style and grace and was the diva of demure.
She took sick about 3 weeks ago. 3 long weeks ago. She had never been sick before in her life. She dealt with it with the same quiet dignity with which she handled everything.
She was sweet and affectionate. She came when called, greeted me at the door every day, slept at my feet every night (occasionally on my head), and "helped" my daughter study.
She was our rock, our confidante and definitely thought she was our queen. She was marvelous and much loved!
She purred throughout her entire 17 and a half years, never stopping. The house is very quiet.