Vita

The most recent of the 'suckiest of the last year' happened on Friday, March 11, 2011: our cat Vita (Vee-tuh) died. She was about 12 years old and a former stray. I adopted her 8 years ago primarily because my then newly adopted cat, Sofia, needed company and Vita (then Fluffy) needed a home. She never fully recovered from her life as a stray and was our high maintenance cat. She spent the last week of her life revisiting her happy places and snuggling with us extra hard. Looking back on it, she knew she was going to die. Cliche, I know, but it seems she really did - she and Sofia even touched noses and licked each other's faces during that week. They did that about once per year.

That Friday night, she'd lain down under one of the tables and I went to bed. Brian was the one who later found her and told me. I can talk about a lot of things relatively easily but when I began updating this blog, I couldn't even type her name much less tell about it. It's been about a month and we both keep expecting to turn the corner just before the kitchen and see her curled up in a her cubby hole or feel her climbing on the bed, going back and forth laying on our legs and then finally settling down between us. She is and always will be my 'little muffin face girl.' We miss you, Vita.