Thursday, February 2, 2012
On her last day, I was reminded more of our first days together than any others. Just less fierce, less scary. She was a scrappy thing with a tiny body and big ears. She hated most everyone, but for some reason, she trusted me (which was ridiculous because I was not a cat lover).
I never had cats growing up and, if anything, I was kind of afraid of them. And if I was going to be afraid of any cat, it should have been Hazel. But I wasn't. We spent the next 15, almost 16, years together.
Rest in peace my relentless hunter, sweet beauty, gentle and loyal girl, my all around bad-ass. We miss you so much.