Our cat Mia died in October. She was 14 years old and had gotten quite thin and ill. The last few weeks, she spent most of her time curled up in cat beds and on towels. Mia always had a feisty personality. During the last few weeks of her life, Sloane and Soren were able to pet her and love her more than when she was frisky and young. We adopted Mia as a rescue from Rach’s dad’s clinic. Mia spent most of her young kitten time with Adam and me, so she was really attached to us. She loved to make biscuits in your lap. She also knew exactly how many pets she wanted and would let you know when your hand did that one extra stroke.
We had a little ceremony for her and buried her next to Murdoc. It happened to be the same day we planned a trip to Fort Stevens for a day trip with bike riding. Getting out of the house and moving our bodies helped to ease the sadness. Having no pets in our house was a big shift. Sloane started to ask for kittens right away, but waiting until after holiday travel seems the best idea.
