@Roberta,
Thank you. I'm ok....it was her time...and I know I gave her the best I could.
Hard coming home tonight....but easier because of having to care for the woollies.
The GOOD thing about it all having gone on a while is that I had the chance consciously to make every minute with her a time when I could make sure she experienced all the love and attention I had to give her. She knew how loved she was.
Actually, I think she always did...she EXPECTED it and considered it her due from the second I first met her. She was special to her breeder, too, because of her exuberant personality and her looks. I very nearly didn't get her, because she was going to be kept for breeding and showing. The breeder decided we would be so good together that she let her go.
I have two First Prizes hidden away somewhere! Neither I nor Miranda gave a damn!
I love that Viola has some of her feistiness and determination that nobody ain't gonna diss her.
I love that Miranda gave the vet her usual hairy eyeball when she had her temperature taken!!!It was a shadow of its former glory, but man it was there.
I love that this tiny, delicate little thing had such underlying steel that she survived an illness that should have killed her,
I love that she never had to find out that she was a tiny powerless little thing in reality.
I love that she was such a steel magnolia.
I love that I shared my life with this amazing little personality for so long.
Some cat.