Yes, my furry 'godchildren', I've left you too. Those who loved me beyond belief let me go, when they knew I was ready. My old self was wearing out, and I just wasn't bouncing back as quickly as before. I was nearly 20, you know! Kitty diabetes was taking it's toll, and frankly, I had had enough of poking and probing and testing. But I still made sure they knew that an IV catheter had met it's match with me! They loved me, and I knew it, boy did I know it. After spending much of my life living on the streets, eating out of a dumpster, living part of it in a cage, I became Queen of the office, completely free range - I mean free 'roam' - I'm a cat, not a chicken! Every chair was my command, and whoever was occupying the one that I wanted got the evil staredown 'till they vacated it and I had my way. Treats, boy did I love treats, and they bought me the best. Of course, the stray morsel of dry food that I shouldn't have eaten was the best by far!
I intimidated the best of them - Denzel (glad you've found your forever home!), Edward (don't worry - your forever home is out there somewhere - for now you need to 'man the office'), and every kitten that dared cross my path.
I know they miss me. They still position chairs so that I can get to them freely; they look before they sit just in case I'm there, my bed is still under the desk, my fluids bottle still hangs on the wall, and they're sure they glimpse me out of the corner of their eye. Oh, it's me all right, because I'll always be there, always, in the place that counts the most - their hearts.
