Saturday, December 12, 2009

Goodbye, Lolita

Photo taken in late summer. She'd followed me out to the Airstream.
Lolita, a.k.a. Teater-t0ts, a.k.a. Six-Teaters, died today, apparently peacefully in her sleep. We found her atop a sleeping bag in the shop, still soft and still warm. She came to us as a kitten, a stray, so small she slept in my husband's shoe. She's buried in the field, where she loved to walk with us in the evenings.


Carla said...

She's a beautiful cat, and your description leaves me so sad. I'm so sorry to hear about your beautiful kitty. I'm glad she went peacefully, though. I hope you are ok. Carla

Judith HeartSong said...

Oh Theresa,

I am so sorry for your loss. Bless little Lolita.... I am sure she will follow you still on quiet cat feet.

V said...

I'm so sorry. Losing a loved one is so hard, even a pussycat.



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