Hello There!

Oh no, this is our first post of 2023? We don't know who else is here, but we just thought we'd bring you up to date.

We have very sad news. It has been months but the humans are still reluctant to say the words aloud. It still bring so much pain to them.

Dear friends, our dearest Emma had crossed the bridge on Feb. 25, 2023. One of the toughest things our humans had to do was let her go.

Here are her last photos (we took photos in the ER, but that's for our eyes only).

These were taken on the night of the 24th. I had no clue she was going to leave us just hours after these were taken. She was here, and gone in a blink of an eye.

Our Buster was quite loss the first few days. I noticed him walking around the house aimlessly, or was he looking for Emma? He had this inquiring look about him. I knew he wanted to know why his sisfur had not come back. Silly you say, but I told him that she had crossed the rainbow bridge and how sad we were for her loss (he's a good listener). And the first few days, Buster was doing the things Emma was doing for us, activities which he never did before. Things like making sure he sat on my lap every evening (not a lap kitty) and my curfew police who comes down to fetch me for bed at exactly 10:30 pm.

However, I think he's gotten the hang of being an only child. It had done him some good too. Emma was a grazer. She loved to eat small snacks throughout the day. Buster copied everything Emma did, but unlike her, his meals were never snack portion. These days, he's doing better with meal portion, because there is no other bowl to steal food from.

I will try to keep the blog going. In the meantime, I've been TNR-ing and RTF-ing the ferals in my care (the neighborhood's care) and eventually would love to transition to be a foster mom. A co-worker is convincing me to be foster just like her. Let's see how my schedule works with fostering.

Not to be outdone, here's a couple from Buster.

Buster also had raised his sweetness level. He cuddles up to sleep with me since Emma left. A thing he never did. It was Emma who cuddled up with me at bedtime.

I miss my Emma, but I am very thankful for the 13 wonderful years she had with us.