Farewell, Blackie

My apologies for being so late with this. I am enjoying my vacation, but I was so tired that I just loafed around for a couple of days and creativity has been rather low. It does look like my work problems will get ironed out soon, though.

Nobody really knows how old Blackie was, but the best guess is around 20 years old. Her Mom and Dad knew that her kidneys were failing, but when they took her in to see if it was time to help her to the Rainbow Bridge, the vet also found a mass in her abdomen that was most likely cancer. They sent her on, as that was the best thing that they could do for her. Blackie was adopted as an adult. Her Aunt Leona found her hanging around her house and thought she had found a home for her, but took her back when she found out that the person who had taken her in just put her outside and wasn't even feeding her regularly. Leona was taking her to the shelter, when she decided to see if her sister would take her in. She did and Blackie lived a long, happy life in her new home. She liked being on the enclosed patio most of all and only went inside to eat and use the litter box. There is a big cage with a very comfy quilt on it and that was her favorite spot. She would share it with Pumpkin, but wouldn't allow Tiger up there at all. Tiger used to chase Blackie and she never forgave him for it. Blackie was a very playful cat and used to have lots of fun with catnip mice right up until she got so sick. Pumpkin now rests on top of the cage and is comforted by the smells that Blackie left behind. Everyone is missing her terribly.

                                        Though of love and care she had no lackie
                                        To the Bridge went dear Blackie.
                                              Now she can climb and run
                                              And have lots of fun,
                                         But all of us here will miss sweet Blackie.