She walked nonchalantly into my apartment, and my life, almost 17 years ago, age unknown but certainly well past the kitten phase even then. In the years since, (I was 29 then, after all, and 46 now) an assortment of people, jobs, dwellings, dreams, and even two other cats, have all come and gone. And then there were the staggering losses, the deaths in the family, the lost love, the fallen friends. The only constant through it all, my beloved feline friend, and now she is slipping away, too, right before my eyes.
Walking in this World 
she’s a beauty… glad that she’s doing better.
here’s to many many more years together.
Thank you, Irene!