IN MEMORIAM: Snowy

I came to my mother's to help with her own health, not her cat's. So when the veterinarian looked at me to make an irreversible decision, I deferred to her. Despite the tears streaking her face, she gave her consent, rather than live with the knowledge of Nowy's suffering. He was named Snowy for his all-white fur, but we all knew him as Nowy. He lived a long and exciting life, scampering from the rooftop to the kitchen counterop. Nowy was a one-woman cat -for sure- lounging exclusively on my mother's bed or admist her clean laundry. And if anyone dared approach, he would narrow his eyes and give a long, deep hiss. Nowy was buried today in my mother's sunny garden. It seemed appropriate as he always loved taking long naps there. Although I didnt know him that well, I am aware of the unconditional love Nowy gave to my mother. For that I owe him my gratitude and a scratch under the chin...