Wanda entered the clearing at the end of the path today. She was our 17 year old Maine Coon cat. Wanda was so named because her markings reminded my sister-in-law of a fish, and "A Fish Called Wanda" was out at the time. It just stood to reason to have "A Cat Called Wanda".
She fell to a degenerative spinal disease that was making it harder and harder for her to get around. When she was unable to stand this morning, I knew her time had come. She was put to rest at 1:00 p.m., and by 2:30, she was resting comfortably next to Bob Barker the dog, under a tree at the farm.
She will be missed.
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Count me as one who will miss Wanda ...
All my love, Bat.
Why didn't you say something...?
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