Kitty passed away this week. That was her name, just Kitty. 14 years ago she walked into my brother’s family’s life when she showed up at their doorstep. Perhaps she knew that they would give her a good home, even though they were really dog people and also had a yellow lab.
Sure enough, she became a part of the family but still kept her independence. She seemed to be as comfortable outdoors as indoors. She gave happiness to those who enjoyed stroking her and making her purr and received happiness in return.
Kitty seemed to be a very smart cat. One of the things my brother liked about her was that she learned a lesson just once. They had a special relationship, this dog person and Kitty, but the whole family loved her.
When my brother and sister-in-law learned she was sick they did what they could to make her last days as comfortable and happy as possible.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Kitty with my brother and Molly, their yellow lab, in the background.