What a special cat she was. Seventeen years ago, my oldest daughter, Cheryl, found her under a bush along a creek in Morgan Hill, CA. At first, I thought she was a rat, but after Cheryl's urging, I went back to investigate and found a teeny, tiny, scrawny kitten, barely 4 weeks old who was close to death.
We took her to the vet who cleaned up her infected eyes and gave her a couple of shots and we took her home. She's been with us through thick and thin and several moves over these past 17 years. She always had a hint of wild in her and was never sick a day in her life. She just got old, and it was time for her to have release from her age-related problems. She will be missed.
Here's a picture of her resting peacefully in Cheryl's arms just before taking her final steps across the bridge.
Waldo Juracich
May 1993 - May 2010
