Our cat Sylvia passed away this evening. We lovingly called her Princess because she was after all our little spoiled princess. I would like to think that Sylvia would say that she had a great life with us. We loved her. I met Sylvia 10 or 11 years ago when I moved in with a lady named Susan whom I found when both of us were working at Microsoft. Sylvia was one of two cats in Susan's household, but one day, she came walking into my room and "chose" me over Susan at that point. I felt pretty special that she would pick me. When Bob and I got married and I moved in with him, Susan gave me Sylvia as a wedding present. Bob was not that fond of cats when we got married, but she really grew on Bob. They became good friends. When Jonathan was born, Sylvia really became Bob's cat since I was so preoccupied with a baby. I had always been told by some friends that once you had a baby, a pet gets pushed down the family totem pole. This did happen in our family, but Bob really made sure he spent a lot of time with her when I was so busy with the baby. I am so greatful to Bob for keeping Princess from feeling too left out.
She really was a good kitty. When she died, she was 20 years and 11 months old. We figure she was around 100 years old in human years. We told Jonathan that Princess got sick and went to visit Jesus in Heaven. I don't think he really understands. Ethan is too young to understand.
Good bye sweet Princess. Thank you for being such a loving and faithful companion and friend.
-Dina
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