Sabrina did not make it the night last night. I kind of had a feeling all week, and I knew my anxiety was picking up again for a reason. i just did not want to have to accept or deal with this right now.

Sabrina was, and for eight years now, has been my best friend. Without this cat I may have entirely lost it many a time throughout the past. I consider her the greatest gift this life has ever given me.

I do not feel like I have lost a pet, but a child. I raised this cat through kittenhood. I watched her shoot out five litters. I still have some of her offspring and have raised them from birth as well.

Sabrina was one of those rarities amongst cats. She loved to cuddle. She always slept in the bed with me. She always loved to be the main focus of my attention and she always knew she was queen amongst my cats.

Eight years old--actually seven, but fuck it. I never imagined she would go so young. Average cat expectancy is about twenty years. She was supposed to move to Cali with me. She was supposed to see me finally find someone to love and be with, someone that she too would love because she always appreciated the ones that treated me as well as she did. I swear her sole mission in life was to keep me happy.

I'm having great difficulties with this page right now, so I'll leave you. When you read this, if you knew her, just take a brief moment to think of everything we've all been through and experienced with this cat before going back to the rest of the site. Let her know she was loved and not just by me. Also take the time to think of those who are most important to you and make it a point to drop them a line within a week from viewing this page.

P.S. Some people can fully understand this and see where I'm coming from, others say it's creepier than the hamsters in the jar. I'm getting Sabrina stuffed. The plan was she's going to Cali with me, and she is not going to escape that plan just because she died. Some people think I'll get creeped out by it--honestly, I'm more creeped out by the fact it's been four days and I still feel her in the house. I can hear her at night, I swear. She hasn't left. I never realized cats were capable of haunting as well, but it's all good. I'd rather have her near and not be able to see her than not at all.

Sabrina--July, 1994--March 3rd, 2001. See you on the other side baby. . . .

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