Six years ago this October, I lost my two cats in an apartment fire. Six years ago this November, I took in an older cat who needed a home. I wasn't ready for another cat, but if she'd gone to a shelter she never would have been adopted.
So Dirty Cat became my cat. And for six years her broken meow kept me entertained. She slept next to me every night, and demanded lap time every time I came home. I brought her back to Alta last November, five years after she'd left. She was somewhere between sixteen and eighteen years old, but never stopped moving.
I took this picture last week. When I let her outside, she moved right to the edge of the sunlight and sat there for about ten minutes, before coming back to me to go inside. I knew it was my last chance to get a good picture of her, and it will be how I remember her; always curious, but never straying too far from my side.
I love you Dirty Cat, and will miss you.