September 15, 2002 — August 6, 2018
We rescued her, sick and frail, afraid of people’s hands. I was young and loved her immediately, but she was so scared and had no claws so she bit everyone and drew blood every time. I spent so much time with her for so long, making sure she knew love and affection, no matter how much she bit me. I left the basement with scars all over my arms and one of the sweetest cats you could ever imagine, introducing her to the rest of the house and letting her settle in. The wonderfully sad-looking daughter of mine had the classic tortie attitude, but would snuggle up with you any chance she got. I loved her with all my heart and took care of her with every bit of my existence. She had droopy eyelids and a sweet heart. She was the first cat I had ever connected with and ever took responsibility for fully myself. She really was my daughter and I will never forget her.