Freelance editor, children's writer and occasional word inventor.
It’s been a rough, sad week.
My cat, who “picked me” twelve years ago by climbing into my lap at the SPCA, was diagnosed with cancer the day before Thanksgiving. Yesterday, we had to put her down.
She was the sweetest cat one could ever hope to have — even through the end, she was licking my hand, and trying to comfort me.
I’m getting emotional writing this, so I just want to share with you one picture of her in her younger, kitten days.
She was much loved, and she’ll be sorely missed.