Today was supposed to be a different blog post. Today was supposed to be a happy day. But today is the day my beloved cat Lily died. I could use a more gentle euphemism for it, but it does not change what happened.
Lily came to us a little over 19 years ago. She was just tiny, wee thing. She and her siblings had been abandoned, left in a box, in a field, tucked under a bush. A friend’s daughter found them and brought them home. They were all so little!
Lily came to live with us and was feisty from day 1. She came out of the crate hissing and spitting and was NOT happy to meet Max- our gentle but very large golden retriever/ husky mix pup.
She let him know right away who was the boss- she was! I remember her standing guard to the back hall where Max’s food was kept- hissing and preventing him from getting to his bowl. And Max, sweetie that he was, just stood there and cried. Doggie whines. He could have flicked her away with a gentle swipe of his paw, but he didn’t.
She was such a pretty girl with the softest fur. And she always independent and a spitfire- but calico’s are often that way. And I was her person. The last few years, as she got older and a little more feeble, her cry became crankier. Louder. But to soothe her, all I had to do was sit with her on the couch, pet her a little and then she would curl up next to me and fall asleep. My little snuggle bug.
I am going to miss her furry little face.
Bye Princess Tiger Lily.