Her actual full name was Vespula Beltane, as we got her at 4 weeks, which would have made her birthday around May 1. So it's fitting that she come in as a witchy kitty & go out seasonally appropriately as well.
I did my closing ritual with her this morning and put Bast in the West (Athena was like, yeah, not my trip, man, it's cool), and just as I was finishing, the sky lightened, the clouds broke in the west and there was blue sky for a little bit. It went back to grey after a bit, but that was a nice way for her to be welcomed home.
As a physicist somewhere would remind us, her energy is not gone, just less well organized. I will miss that weird little cat glowering at me every night during my bath. It's so so so quiet tonight without this tiny, deaf, half blind, senile old lady cat who ruled our pride for nearly 20 years yelling about something randomly. So quiet.
And I am both tremendously relieved that she's gone and miss her tremendously. It was time, but nearly 20 years is such a time marker. I look back at pictures of when she was young, and we were so young. A lot happens in 20 years. Truly the end of an era.
Thank you for blessing us, little cat.
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| The Grand Dame during better times. |
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