On the drive back, the emotional part kicked in. Two weeks ago, my kitty companion Sassy disappeared. She's 11 years old, and I now fear the worst. Cats are very independent and Sas was no different. At first I thought she had just gone off on a little feline adventure and I'd see her in a few days, lounging about as she pleased.
But it has been over two weeks, with no sign of her, anywhere. Sassy has never been away from the house for more than one day. I fear I must now deal with fact that she is gone and has crossed the rainbow bridge. I had Sassy longer than any other animal companion.
I brought her home in June 1994 when she was six weeks old, and in no time at all she earned the nickname 'Monster' for the way she raced around the house. She was fascinated by the television and especially computer screens.
Anytime I got my suitcase out, she made it clear to me that I better be taking her with me.
She spent the last five years of her life outside, when Sam put his foot down about having cats in the house. During the past few years Sassy became a bit of a slobber puss, drooling everywhere when she was happy and content, which was all the time. Never had a cat do that before. She was my constant companion, friend, and trusted confidant. I will miss her, deeply.
Right now I'm just too sad to write anymore.