Saying Goodbye

This morning we said goodbye to our family cat, Rascal. She was with us for 17 years and 2.5 months - from the mountains of West Virginia to the cornfields of Indiana, through the births of our two children, on to prairies of Illinois and through our adoption of two other cats. We always called her our family starter kit, so losing her has been very emotional, especially for me, since she is really "my" cat.

But we had over 17 years with her, and estimate she was 18 years old (she came to us in March, 1994). That's really old for a cat. I just wish saying goodbye was easier.





In her basket - if she's not sleeping with me, she's in her basket


In the earlier days:


Taken about a year ago:


RIP my fuzzy cat.