
Today, my almost 18 year old Kitty died. He has been sick for awhile, so I knew it would be soon, but it was still such a HARD day! I had to take my children to Heritage Day at our church, as my son was in a play. We had planned to take Ninjinsky to the vet to have him "put to sleep," but when my husband returned home to pick him up, he was already gone. We feel blessed that he could die at home and not have to be poked and prodded by a vet!!! 'Jinsky was born to my husband's favorite cat in 1989. We had decided to keep him, after my nagging and begging, on our way home from our honeymoon. He was named for the infamous Russian ballet star. Unlike his namesake, he WAS not a graceful cat on his feet! He was my first "baby" and he led a long, happy life! I hope he is somewhere playing "sheet wars", indulging in cat nip and play fighting with "gone" Keeshonds!



























