Rosie had lived a full three years...born under our chicken coop. At 8 months she had
been found with a shattered pelvic bone followed by six weeks in a carrier on our porch
as she miraculously healed. Two years ago she became a house cat...taking me through
my breast cancer journey. She lived with & then through the loss of our
two older cats, Shawnee & McCoy. This past spring she welcomed a new kitten,
Lucy Lily, into our home. She had been quite sick this past month. This morning, after
a second trip to the vet, she took her last breath at her farm...with Dave, Lucy & me at her
side. She was a cat, but she was more than that. To me, she was courage...sweet, gentle
courage. Tears for a cat, again.
