Good bye to Princess

We put Princess to sleep on Tuesday. She let us know it was time. On Monday, hours before we were going to take her to the vets to have her put to sleep, she jumped down the storm drain. I ran to the storm drain...no I walked...jog/walked...just in time to see her walk intentionally into the storm drain pipe system. I pulled the storm drain cover off and jumped down. It was black. I could not see 5 feet down the pipe. Darryl got a flash light from home. I shone it down the pipe. The pipe diverted to left and right a short way up ahead. No telling which way she went.

Isadora decided it was best to let her be and die. Princess is her cat. I was fine with that.

At 5 o'clock, guess who jumped out of the storm drain.

She was dirty and weak. But she cleaned herself off that evening on the couch. Isadora was happy to have one last night with her first baby. We all slept downstairs on the couches with Princess.

I drove extremely slow to the vets the next day. I was crying. We rolled down the window for Princess so that she could one last time feel the air and see the trees. We drove down Settlersway past our old appartments. I think she recognized them.

Our vet, Scott, let Isadora hold Princess as he injected her with the anthestic. Princess fell asleep in her mommy's arms. Perfect.

We buried Patsy and Princess in the same box in our front garden. We put a lavender plant on top to commemorate Patsy. She was lavender. Not kidding. And a Gardinia for Princess who was white.

I just remember my baby Princess in the box with her head curled down. Doesn't seem right that she is gone that she died. She was so noble and smart and full of character. I cry everytime. Like now.

I love you, Princess. I always will. I respect you. You were and always will be special in the highest sense of the word.

Good bye Baby. You were worth every moment.