Carolina, you did good, lady!

Early last evening, I got the call from home, Carolina, my pet Heinz Fifty Seven cat, was fading and eventually within an hour, had passed away. This cat was my own personal one, following Christina's Katherine and Hans' Spotty, but was different in that it was neither a full house or barn cat, as she lived her youth as a barn one and her mature life as a house one, yet did many of the same attributes both had performed while alive. But indeed age caught up to her, only a day ago was just walking around, today collapsed down to ground.

My best memories of her were how she knew how sick I was during the near death illness early in the 2000s, she, like the rest of the family, stayed by my bed, knowing how important such a kind act it was, even though I openly asked everyone to go on about their business through my suffering. She would join me and often the rest of the family on walks far back past the creek and into the bush, doing those special acts only a pet can do for you, to remember them as what they are to you. Most importantly though, like the other cats of my siblings, Carolina would come up to you when you were out of sorts and know just how to pick you up when you were down, usually with an oddly human like action that brought on back that joy you may have temporarily lost.

Being away from home with such a call really puts one totally off their game, no matter where they are or what they do, but at least Mother knew the plan, that she was to be now buried where the other two have been put to rest in the front lawn, just like the family cat she truly was. We know she was not human, pets like other animals only have the special qualities we instill within them, but there were always those magical times when they almost seemed to understand what exactly was being said and respond in kind as a member of the family. Indeed, she did good, so truly sorry to hear of her going, but everything in life with a purpose has a place and surely a time, just sadly her's was now.