On Sunday July 13th we said goodbye to our little Muffin. She’d started to deteriorate on Friday night, but improved on Saturday. Then on Saturday night she went downhill rapidly, and this time there was no coming back. So on Sunday morning, with lots of cuddles and kisses we said goodbye and set her free.
Muffin joined our family when she was about 3 months old in early 1998, along with her mother (Igraine) and father (Roan). As a result of her early unpleasant experiences she was very wary of humans, and would hide from visitors, until her later years. People had to take our word for it that she was real. When something freaked her out she often wouldn’t even let us get near her. Although always tiny, and cute as a button, she was a survivor, and feisty as they come. It was her way or no way. Always.
She ruled the roost, and kept the dogs in check with her reign of terror. One meow from her could stop them in their tracks. When the mood took her she’d bunt and lick a willing doggy head, or take a swipe at an unsuspecting nose.
Now she’s reunited with her mother, who left us in November 2012, and her other fur brothers and sisters who passed on before her. (We’ve always been a multi-animal household.) We miss our little girl, with her curly tail and uncompromising attitude. Run free now little one. xxxx