Feeling pretty down today. Emotionally and mentally tired as well. Along with the grimm discovery on Monday, Sasha has been missing for a week and I hate to assume the worst but my guess is she's passed on. The last time she was gone for a long period of time, she was picked up by an eagle and crawled her way home. The last time I saw Sasha, we think she had got into something and I was trying to look at her but she was let outside and now I feel incredibly guilty as she is probably in the bush somewhere with no love or a proper way to say good bye.
Some would say she's just a cat. When she was born in the manger of our barn, she was the most different cat we have ever had. Most of our barn cats were either black or grey. She was this little calico/tortise shell little thing and she was so cute. When she was old enough, I scooped her up and brought her in the house. Did we need another cat at the time? No but she was different and I wanted her. I raised her in my bedroom for a little while as the other cats were bigger than her and they picked on her so she stayed in my room until she could manage on her own. She used to cuddle with me at night and play with me when I woke up. She was the sweetest little thing with a big personality. Never had I had an animal with as much sass as Sasha. She would carry on a conversation with you and she always had to have the last word. She would squak at you and than roll on the ground and expose her snow white patches on her belly. She'd take a tummy rub and than she'd be gone. She cuddled when she wanted to, talked when she was talked to and hunted like no other cat. She'd curl up in a tiny ball on your bed (right in the middle mind you) and would just sleep there with you. When you weren't feeling well, she'd come and hang out. She was an awesome little cat and I'm going to miss her very much. I'm still hoping she makes her way home but this time I think it was her time.
Love you Sasha.
Here's my photo of the day:
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