Best Porch Cat Ever; She is Dearly Missed


Porch CatI'll forever be torn between thinking we let her linger too long or put her "to sleep" (what a ridiculious way to say it) too soon, but our beloved Porch Cat is no longer with us.

She'd been blind for years and deaf for nearly half that. She kept to Mouse's room and her bed, no longer venturing out into the yard to hunt birds or sleep in the sun.

She'd started forgetting things and stoped caring for herself in the usual fastidiouis manner. Even her favorite catnip didn't rouse her.

See? Even now I'm giving you justifications for that awful choice, fussing over the guilt instead of giving myself permission to just be sad.

She was a good cat.

She is missed.

Porch Cat and Her Boy


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