We had a sad, sad weekend. Our remaining kitty, Miss Elizabeth Bennett, or Lizzie for short, disappeared.
She was acting a bit strange on Friday evening, mouth breathing and not as active as usual, but still appearing happy to see us, and purring quite loudly. I had planned to try to get her in to the vet on Monday morning. But she didn't come back Saturday or Sunday morning, so the girls and I went out in the woods to search for her on Sunday.
We found her body in the little hollow in the brambles where she liked to hang out when it is hot outside.
I got poked and cut from all the twigs and brambles, but I was finally able to get her out. We buried her under the big oak tree, next to her buddy, Ernie (and Kali and Zach and my parents' dog, Daisy.)
Lizzie joined our family after my dad inadvertently caught her in the raccoon trap as a tiny baby. She chomped down HARD on my finger when I tried to rescue her, but we all fell in love with her in the 2 weeks that we kept her in a cage on the veranda and observed her for signs of rabies, so we ended up keeping her as a friend for Ernie.
The two of them spent a lot of time together until Ernie passed earlier this year.
Her favorite things to do were to find shady places to relax...
...and roll in the dirt...
She would also visit me in the tree house now and then, by climbing up the tree!
She went from being a scared little feral kitten in a trap, to the sweet and beautiful cat that spent a decade as part of our family. We miss her so much.
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