The Mature Years Summer 2016
Misty has let the horrible unknown in, faced it down, and survived, finding not an enemy within the gates, but a vibrant and loving partner-in-crime.
This story was prompted by my bringing a new kitten in the house and how much Misty hated it. In watching their antics, I was lost in philosophical musing. Don’t worry — they eventually got to be best friends.
We just lost Misty on my mother’s birthday. I hope they’re both playing in a big beautiful garden across the rainbow.