Sweet Piper Girl

Last Friday was like any other sort of day.  Got done with work, headed home to see my son and then we went downstairs to play.  That’s where our sweet kitty, Piper, lives.  She’s finally given up on trying to pretend that she likes the dogs and chooses to claim the entire basement as her kitty lair.  Everett loves being downstairs … a land full of toys, gigantic TV and a huge couch to jump on.  We’re down there often – and Piper loves it when we’re down there, too.  But on Friday, she didn’t come out to see us so I went looking.  ‘There you are sweet girl,’ I said as I walked over to her under Everett’s easel … but she didn’t move. 

My little kitty had passed on sometime that afternoon.  I was down there clipping her nails the night before.  My mom had fed her that morning and Piper was out and about.  I’m hoping it was some sort of a quick, painless something or other because she actually looked like she was sleeping.  So comfy and pretty.  I got Piper as a rescue almost 10 years ago.  They thought she was anywhere between 3 and 5 year old.  She was a Lynx Point Ragdoll and she was beautiful.  We buried her in our backyard next to lots of trees and we plan to make a little marker walking stone for her.  Crazy how these little furry, four-leggeds take some of our heart when they leave.  Enjoy your Heaven Catnip, sweet Piper girl.