My beautiful cat, Abigail passed away yesterday at the ripe old age of 14.
I wasn’t going to write about this because I didn’t want to see her picture every time I updated my blog, but I owe it to her.
We had just come back from visiting my in-laws for a few days and when we entered the house I knew something was wrong. Only her sister, Lily came out to greet us. Usually it would be Abby standing on the couch waiting to get her much needed pets and kisses. Earlier, I had spoken to my mom, who was taking care of the cats while we were away, and she said she couldn’t find Abigail anywhere, but I just thought it was just Abby being a cat and hiding. I thought nothing of it.
I looked around the house for her and couldn’t hear her little bell. I went into my studio and found her lying on the ground. Her head was tucked away behind my sewing machine table and all I saw was her body, lifeless. I immediately broke down.
Abigail was my constant companion. She slept with me every night, much to my husband’s chagrin, because I chose to spoon her rather that him. When I sat down to make jewelry, she would come and sit on my lap, digging her claws into me and purring to tell me how content she was. She would let me kiss her face and had so much patience with my two year old daughter. She was with me since before my ten year old son was born. She has been with me through thick and thin and now I have to live without her.
Abby, thank you for the 14 beautiful years you have given us. We love you and will always miss you.
