Millie was an old girl when she came to stay with us. We soon discovered a queen that demanded respect from the others and she got it. Millie was not meant to be here a long time but, she settled in and informed us that she was content and had no intention of going anywhere. Skip tried hard not to form an attachment to Mill, stating that she was a foster and would be placed. Oh well...
Everybody loved Millie, it was impossible not to. She was the first to greet you (out of 30 + cats) and was so affectionate it melted your heart. My friend Meghan and Millie formed a special bond. Meg used to come over almost every day and spend hours grooming her. She was also Toby's touchstone and they were inseparable.
About a year ago I noticed that she had lost a little weight and was developing some skin problems. We had her checked out and all of her blood work was fine. So, I treated her with a trip to the groomer and they said it was just age. She was fine for a while then lost some more weight. On our second trip to the vet a mass was discovered in her abdominal cavity and it was terminal. I was also told that Millie was closer to 15 years old than the 10-12 we thought her to be.
Best Friends Meghan & Millie
I brought Millie home and Skip, Meghan, Amanda and I spent the next 24 hours with her, holding, stroking and telling her how special she was and what she meant to all of us. It was a beautiful time. On July 27, 2000 we helped Millie cross the Bridge, before her illness could cause more severe suffering. She was calm and peaceful and her eyes told me it was time for her to go.
Everyone was surprised how much they missed Millie. We hadn't realized how much a part of our lives she had become. There is a void that can never be filled left by this 'permanent' foster. Miss Millie was the Queen of Hearts.
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