Our beloved Little crossed the Rainbow Bridge this morning. It was very peaceful. We found a very kind vet who would come to the house and help Little slip away at home. I'm so grateful for this, because taking her to the office for one last traumatic car ride would have upset her so much. We didn't want her to be frightened in her last moments.
Since we got the bad news in November, we've had one rule when it comes to Little: Little can do whatever she wants. We spoiled her, and couldn't bear to scold her, so she could get away with anything. Hog the bed? Eat chicken fat? Borrow the car? Whatever! All fine.
Now that her illness is over--now that we're not wondering every day, "How is she feeling? How much longer will she be here?"--we can focus on the joy she brought us. She was such a sweet, sweet cat. Very shy with strangers, but once she got to know you, a real love bug.
I've written about Little's modest origins before. Looking back, it's hard to believe our plump house kitty was once a feral sewer dweller. When I think about the courage it must have taken her to turn to us for help, to trust us with her babies, when she was so scared of people...what a leap of faith that was for her. What a brave girl. I'm humbled, and honored, that she took a chance on us and let us be her family.