I’ve written about Sasha in other posts: here and here. Last night she went to play with loved ones in Heaven. I’m deeply sad, and yet relieved she is no longer suffering. She was my companion, my rock in times of grief, my joy all the time, my baby.
You’re getting some pictures of my cat, Sasha, today. I’m frantically trying to edit my book Diagnosed at Seventeen but didn’t want to not post something for you. I hope you enjoy the pictures and leave me a comment below.
Her name is Sasha and she has been my constant companion for seventeen years. Within the last few months, she started to exhibit weird behavior. It seemed to me that she showed signs of confusion, especially at night.