Thursday, February 01, 2007
On January 2, 2007 I went looking for my cat, Belle and couldn't find her. Later that day I found her dead in my pottery studio. She had turned up as a stray in April 2006 and I had her spayed and she got her shots and I tried to let her come in the house, but she just would NOT leave my other two cats alone. Misty and Milo are both almost 14 years old and Belle would stalk them and then attack. So she had to stay outside. She had a nice yard, with lots of trees and a Gazebo to sleep in. When the weather turned cold she had my studio to stay in and when it was REALLY cold I would turn on the kiln to keep her warm. But she did like to travel around the neighborhood and she was somewhat high strung. I felt so very sad when she died and I wrote the following poem.
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