My Jesse had her last day on earth January 13, 2017. The new, young vet from Briar Patch--appropriately named "Kat"--came here with one of the techs, BJ, so we got to say good-bye right in the bedroom, right on the bed, where Jesse had stayed for the last couple of weeks. Carolyn didn't have to be the doctor, and I didn't have to be an assistant; we could just be the mommies saying goodbye to a presence that had been in our lives for as long as we were in each other's lives.
As I write this, our youngest girl cat, Calleigh, is playing with one of her favorite toys in the world. It's a needle cap from the needles that fit on my insulin pens. There are probably 100 of them in this house, under the baseboard heaters, in the cellar, under the stairs, lurking under the refrigerator. Life goes on, cat lives go on.
I believe that Jessa Jack Waddington McMaster goes on. My sweet Jesse, indomitable spirit, happy and healthy and young and fearless, reaches out and finds hands that are always there to pet her.
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