Tiny Cindy Lou Who left the world this week. She'd had a rotten life on the street and in shelters for 6 years. Then six weeks with us before sepsis took her very fast. She came afraid and untrusting. But once she realized she was safe and loved, she blossomed into the most exuberent, loving soul. So happy to be loved she rolled around on the bed like a pony in grass until she fell off (if we couldn't catch her in time).
And yet she had great dignity and carried her weight of experience with quiet grace. She spent many quiet hours gazing out the windows or on the back porch, her whole being absorbed. She had a wise old soul, with a deep well of memories.
I miss her terribly. A tiny cat whose radiance filled the room. God I miss you, Cindy Lou. I love you so much, baby. You are the strongest and bravest soul I’ve ever known.
Above: CIndy Lou, with her badass damaged eye. She had begun to relax and feel comfortable on the bed instead of hiding under it.
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