The process is finished, she’s home for good. Husband went and got her urn, the clay paw print, and her fur clippings.

Still missing her, the pain isn’t unbearable anymore but it still stings. I adopted her when my husband was out of town for a gig, one of those “sorry not sorry” moments. She quickly became HIS girl, though still always had a soft spot for me. (It was his eggrolls she was after at in the beginning - hence the name)

She was our first harness cat, our other girlie learned from Eggroll. We still go out to watch the birds and imagine she’s watching alongside 🥲 I definitely miss those sweet cuddles and loud engine purrs.

As Jackson Galaxy puts it, she was a “mojito” cat, always welcoming guests in. In her final months, she earned the love of the entire vet clinic to the point where her weekly visits or every other day visit is there at the end at least had several faces happy to see her (though obviously not thrilled with why she was there).

It’s almost poetic that she chose a night where my husband was out of town to pass…I just wish she hadn’t decided to go out with a bang (pretty bad seizure from cancer was the verdict).