Mizu, frequently referred to here as the Great Old One, decided last week that eating wasn’t something she was especially interested in any longer, and I bowed to necessity and had to have her put to sleep yesterday afternoon. I got her right after starting graduate school in 1998; she was a kitten, having been born (in Japan, believe it or not) in March; I probably got her in September or October. She was 22 years old, was the first pet who was really mine, and has been with me for my entire adult life.
Despite how I usually react to these things, I’m finding that I don’t really want to talk about this one. I’m having a very hard time with this. I hope everyone understands.
4 thoughts on “Mizu, 1998-2020”
Vale Mizu. You were loved.
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Sounds like she had a good, long life with you. Sorry for your loss, it’s tough.
Bon Voyage, Mizu 😦 … wherever you end up next may you be surrounded by love and brave spirits.
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