As I go through the soul crushing grief of losing the best kitty EVER, I play mind games with myself, to get through the pain.

I try to imagine, twelve and a half years ago, if I would have had the choice to have an amazing, beautiful, gentle, intelligent kitty for nearly thirteen years, with never an injury or sickness, and I’d never have to see her grow old, or suffer, or have to make the TERRIBLE decision to have her ‘put down’, would I take it?
Of course I would.
Anyone would.
Throw in the fact of ‘no regrets’. No woulda, shoulda, coulda.
We loved each other unconditionally and she left us in her prime.
If only most of us could be so lucky.
I consider myself SO fortunate to be a part of her life and if I could get another twelve and a half year deal, like the one I just had, I’d jump on it in a second, and consider myself the luckiest guy in the world.
Love you, Bailey.
BTW, this was a Maine Coon, with the heart of a lion, (though she was just tiny), who jumped on the face of a coyote to protect ‘her’ lady, Carol, and scared that poor beast SO bad, he’d RUN, every time he passed our house on the fairway, with a look.of fear on his face, for the next few months.
Bailey, no ordinary cat......