A furry angel in heaven

Scotia
March 17 1992- October 10, 2008


This seems so very hard to write, I guess I'm still in disbelief. Today we said goodbye to our wonderful 14+ year old cat named Scotia, who was battling osteo-sarcoma for the last 2 months. I could tell you how devasted and heartbroken Keith and I are, but that would'nt even scratch the surface of how we feel.

I am trying through lots and lots of tears, to remember how fantastic she was. How she gave me so much comfort, and how she was truly my best friend. How funny she was, and how beautiful.

I can only hope that she has forgiven me for making the last decision to put her to sleep today, as it was the right choice. She could no longer eat the last few days, as the cancer was in her mandible, and spreading faster than anyone ever thought it would.

She was so funny. She loved Keith through and through and tolerated me. She had the best purr, so loud and comforting, and last night she even indulged me with it, even though I am sure, she was'nt feeling well. She loved our porch, and the back of the couch to watch Bird TV through the picture window, sometimes becoming overwhelmed, and splatting herself against the window. She loved pork anything, and once carved a canoe out of a pork tenderloin, and was so bloated she rolled instead of walked for a few days. She loved to lie on her back, and she looked like one of those kooky kitchen clocks when she did. Her tail was always in motion, I swear she talked with it, and only meowed when she wanted dinner, right now!

She always knew when I was sad or sick. She would lie on the part of me that was broken. I hope she knows it's my heart right now.

She was playful for her advanced age. When I got her from a friend in 1993, she would only let me touch one paw, and we played our foot game for many years to come.

She followed Keith everywhere, and loved to be right beside him or on him. I thought one of the best messages she ever sent me and pretty funny, was she did'nt like my old boyfriend. So much so, she peed on his clothes. She did it a lot. I think she was telling me to wise up, and eventually I did.

I miss her, so very much. Friends tell me I made the right choice, but the heart learns slowly.


She was my best friend, my furry little child, and I was so lucky to have had her in my life. Thank you Scotia, for being there for me for 15 years.I have read there is a rainbow bridge up in heaven especially for pets. I hope you find the softest pillow, with a pork smorgasboard, and know that I will always love you, how very special you are, and that you did a great job taking care of us.

Rest now, no more pain or worry, only Love.