You may have followed the tale of little Bucket, our oldest kitty. She was very frail, and for the last 6 months has needed to be fed by syringe. But she wanted to stay for longer than anyone ever thought; this week she let me know it was her time, and she crossed the bridge on Tuesday.
No grief, just so many happy memories of the scraggly little cat who found us back in 2008. Fly high, Bucket, thank you for being my kitty.
