Spookie Died Yesterday

I just wanted to say goodbye to my sweet cat, Spookie. She was a stray who wandered into our Highland home in 1990 - already an adult cat, she was sick and starving then. I just could not resist keeping her, because when I would pick her up, she would put her arms (do cats have arms?) around my neck and hug me. Her hugs saved her life . . . and some days, mine!

By the vets estimations of her age when she arrived, and the years that have passed, spookie would have been going on nearly 20 years old. I guess she was happy with us! Now I complained in my last blog entry about how she stood in front of my computer and blocked my view until I petted her. Well, she was so sick the last few days she could not jump up even to my lap. Oh! Spookie, I loved you! I wish you were here in front of my screen, annoying me like usual. But you are now in a good place (read moses 3:5). Say "hi" to Poochie for me!