Occasional musings from my studio. Dreams, ideas, snippets of artwork, knitting, fiber art, fibromyalgia pain, all rigged together to somehow make sense. Sometimes.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Goodbye Cinnamon girl
Cinnamon Riggs, October 2001- March 21,2013
We said goodbye to our Cinnamon kitty today. It was sad, holding her in my arms in the sweet Veterinarian's sunny office, as she passed smoothly into the next world. It was her time, and after getting a bleak diagnosis on Monday of large cell lymphoma of the mesentary and intestines, it seemed the most humane thing. She spent most of her last few days hiding under my bed, but last night she slept right next to me, purring when I patted her, and this morning moved over to look out the window as the sun rose. Cinnamon lived to be 12 years old, and even though she was an indoor cat, caught several mice in her time. She loved being up high, and enjoyed the cat-tree we built for her. She often ate daintily with her paws, scooping food out of the bowl into her mouth, and was a fanatic for cheese and Haagen-Daz Vanilla. One time I had greased the pan to make a cake, turned away for a moment, and returned to find Cinnamon happily licking the butter off the cake pan! She had the most beautiful purr, and loved having her neck scratched, especially in the place where she had surgery to remove a sewing needle she swallowed in 2004. She would always lie on the children's coats if they happened to be thrown on the floor,right over the warm spot where the heat came up.As our family's first cat, we had a lot to learn about cats, but she taught us to be patient and to stop and pay attention if she meowed, for usually it meant she had some adorable means to tell us we were beloved.
As the subject of several of my quilts, her image will live on, and the joy she brought to us will always remain. RIP dear Cinnamon. And thanks for all the fur.