Have accepted that Ariel is gone. Hoping that she went to cat heaven to finally have some rest. It’s been days now that she has not shown up for food or a pet – which is so unlike her. Remembering the last loving pet I gave her and her eyes looking out from the heated cat house. Miss those unique noises she made when I called for her with the MEOW sound that always produced her running to the dinner table. Remembering her “singing” when she was caged for a vet appointment. Still amazed at the speed that cat could do in running on just three legs. She lived a long loved life as my three legged cat. Had noticed her not being so fast in her three legged jaunt form the barn to the porch and that she was looking frail and old. She was in her 20’s so her demise was not unexpected. Miss that kitty and the Porch cat house and heated cat house seem so empty without her. Still remember seeing her as a kitten in the mirror being thrown from the car where she had been trying to be warm or safe on my trip into work at the JTPA office. Her leg permanently curled up due to the damage and making her into a three legged cat to navigate.
