(Family: Mommy - Brenda - Daddy - Richard, Charmaine and Jessica)
It was 1999. Her name was Sasha. A girl had surrendered her to her mother as she was moving in with a boyfriend and the place didn't allow pets. Sasha - 10 months old - was beating up on the ladies' other 3 cats so it was a matter of time before she would have been surrendered to the Humane Society - or worse if this lady had no morals. My husband was a self-confessed cat hater and had no pets growing up. He agreed to "go look at her" and said she better have short hair. She was a ginormous 15 pound cat with the longest hair I have ever seen on a feline. Oops. When my hubby agreed to take her I couldn't believe mine and Sasha's fortune.
Our girls, 11 and 7 at the time, were over the moon with joy and promised their father they would share in the care of our new family member. As usual, mom ended up with the lions' share of chores. Sasha spent most of her time in the house. Whenever she went outside it was with supervision in the backyard on her leash. She loved us unconditionally and was our best friend. We could tell her all our problems and secrets and we knew she understood. She taught us all a lot, especially my husband, the now-former cat hater. She captured his heart too. So much so that when he would come home from work, he said hello to Sasha first.
She passed away peacefully surrounded by her family on June 24, 2011. I loved her so much. I LOVE her so much. I would not forego the 12 1/2 years of happiness she gave us for the pain I feel now. To be afraid to love is to be afraid to live. I will miss her always but I know her spirit is still here. Things happen in the house with no explanation. There are some bonds that even death cannot break.
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