Things haven’t been good since covid started, but the past month has thrown me some exceptional curveballs, and it’s been (and will continue to be) very tough. Gir made it to 17, but like me, she’s been dealing with kidney stones, probably for quite a while. She’s been a champ about it, but I think it just got to be too much, and her quality of life had been rapidly degrading. She left us this morning, and won’t have to suffer with it any more. Gir has been with me longer and through more moves than any other pet or person. She was small but had a big personality. She was the boss of the cats, and forced them to cuddle with her. Sometimes she was very ragey, sometimes loving. A pro chaperone cat. Always a good friend. Her “meatcat” alter ego came out one last time last night when I let her eat bbq ribs. She loved it. It was tough to choose just 10 pictures of her, but these are the ones I chose. Now that her energy is back out there in the universe, I look forward to running into some of it again some day.
life in the so called space age 