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.
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