Goodbye, Sylvie

We lost our dear friend, Sylvie, today. Over the last several weeks, she seemed to get very frail and weak very quickly. The vet couldn't find anything diagnostically wrong for a cat her age-- she was around 15, we think. But she just wasn't herself. And it was obvious.

I can't write a proper obituary just now. After a day like today, I just don't have the words in me.

But suffice it to say that, in the end, she went off to sleep gently in my arms. Although we're sad to have lost the spunk, and sometimes spite (remembering the way she'd knock things off my dresser to wake me up to fill her dish), that she brought into our house over all these years, we know she's sharpening her claws somewhere on the Big Guy's furniture..
Sylvie Ferocious Johnson.
~1993-2008.
Rest easy.
There should be no shortage of fresh chow and a willing hand to wrestle with where you are now. We will miss you.