Over the Rainbow Bridge

Early Saturday morning, our old lady kitty passed over the rainbow bridge.  18.5 years is a ripe old age for a cat but we will miss her forever.

For most of my children, Misty had been a constant presence in their lives--having moved to four different houses in two different cities over time. She was a quieter cat, not a loud talker or always up in peoples' faces or business. She didn't knock down the Christmas tree or push things off shelves. 

She enjoyed eating--earning herself the name "Chubalicious"--until she couldn't and caught all sorts of gifts for us--mice, mostly dead but occasionally alive, but one time a bird (also alive). And, very politely, she would lay her dead gifts at the door but bring the live ones in to play. 

Misty was willing, if not happy, to endure dress up and endless games of house and to take in all the adoration and loving of four children and more. We love you and miss you, Misty.