Tonight, after feeding Rosie, I heard a loud meow as I cleaned the dishes. I rushed out to find Rosie lying down, her breathing laboured. I picked her up, tears in my eyes and held her. She gave a few deep breaths, mewed and then died in my arms. She had really grown on me. As feral and anti-social as she had been when we first got her, she had a little special place in my heart. I kept at trying to socialize her with the both of us and Bobcat. She eventually had come out of her shell, growing playful with string and little red laser dots that moved. She was very quiet and rarely meowed (usually when food was out). She always ate little and was tiny but in the last month she ate even less. It’s hard to believe we’ve gone from four furrkids to one in just over a year.
Goodbye, my sweet little Rosie. You will be missed.