A few weeks ago, my minister blessed C.C. at our church's Blessing of the Animals event. And I swear I saw C.C. nod and understand what my minister was saying about her!
C.C. was also my very first cat, literally showing up at my doorstep in 1997, looking for a home. I wasn't looking to take a cat in, but she somehow talked her way in, and she was a big part of this Squawker household ever since.
In 2004, she broke her hip when the Yankees were in the ALDS against the Minnesota Twins. It didn't look good for her at first, but she survived that with flying colors, and as time passed, you couldn't even tell which hip she broke.
Unfortunately, her recent health problems were too much to deal with. That, combined with advanced age, meant that it wasn't fair to keep her around, when she was suffering so.
Anyhow, I keep on looking around my home today, half-expecting to see her snoozing on the Yankee chair, or giving grief to my other cat, Rocky. But she's not here any more, and I will really miss her.
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