Mo

Yesterday I said good-bye to my cat Mo after 23 years. For the last two weeks I know the time was coming - it was hard. We both had this unspoken relationship that she would live forever, maybe because she used up her nine lives during these 23 years. I picked her up when she was a kitten at the Mohawk Racetrack . A stallion stepped on her leg and a jockey handed me her to have a good home. I called her Mo and that's how our life started together. She followed me through relationships and new homes. She was my sewing companion, watching me write letters and never missed a beat waking me up sharp at 6 A.M. on my bed site. I never needed an alarm clock.   I remember taking her several years ago to a vet and she told me that she was such a divine cat. Two weeks ago we both spent time at the cottage where she was lying in the sun  and I tried so many different cat dinners to entice her appetite. She is now at peace where her spirit is resting under a whispering pine forest at our cottage. I am so grateful that she came into my life.