December 20th, 2016

Bridge to Riverton

In memory of Barefoot, who will be missed

Barefoot having a coze with me

Barefoot died in my arms this morning after coming to me in the night for purrs and snuggles after a day of sleeping by the hearth and eating bacon, chicken livers, and Fancy Feast chunky turkey. That she didn't hide herself away during her final hours but chose to spend them with me was a gift, and I will miss my good, generous girl. I'm so glad that she didn't die alone, and that Shog had the chance to hold her at the end, as well. We both loved her very much; she was an excellent mistress.