It is with great sadness that I tell you about the loss of my best cat friend Sekhmet.
I've known her all of my life, she's always been my greatest teacher and most patient head-lick-ee.
Sekhmet woke up this morning with something very, very wrong with her back legs. Mama and I tried our best to help her, I gave her a gazillion kisses, but it was for naught.
We often hear people say that you can only be a "cat person" or a "dog person". I'm very lucky in that my mama truly is both - she was a "cat person" long before I came along, and has fully embraced my dog-ness. Perhaps it's because the cats raised me that maybe I am more cat-like, that she's been able to embrace her dog-person-ness as well.
I love all of my kitties, but Sekhmet and I had a special bond. She was the matriarch of the family, fair but tough, with a singing voice that was, well, distinct. She was an all-black cat with some Siamese in there somewhere, so she was quite the chatterbox in her croaky-throaty voice.
An aficionado of any kind of treats (and I mean ANY kind), Sekhmet was always small in stature, but larger than life.
She also had a little issue with being on the 'nip... but that just added to her already sparkling personality.
We couldn't bear to see you suffer, not for a moment, and so mama took you to the vet so that you wouldn't be in any pain. It's very, very hard for her - she knew you longer than she knew Klaus! - and you two have been through so much together, but the one thing that she's always promised is that you would never suffer. And so you drifted off in her arms.
RIP beautiful girlie. We will all miss you, always.
Love,
Bogart and Lulu
