Mum came into Greg’s life when she was around one year old. She always had a chronic cold, but that did not stop her from living a full life of nineteen years. As Greg said, “She was as tough as nails.” She was the matriarch of the cat house and everyone respected her.

Mum was very friendly and loved attention. When we moved to British Columbia, she opted to stay in the camper most of the time as she was not able to hear any longer. Special, our black cat, took very good care of her.

Other than the cold, she was very healthy. She had some issues with a bloody nose and some weakness in the spring, but the homeopathic, Aconitum nap, remedied that relatively quickly. The rest of the spring and summer, she looked great as she had a shiny coat and was at a good weight as she had a great appetite.

During the week of September 9th, Mum stopped eating and she indicated to me through animal communication that she was shutting her body down. I honoured her very graceful process. On Saturday morning, I went to check on her and she meowed loudly as she sat on the bench seat in the camper. This was not typical as I barely ever heard her make a sound. I checked in with her to see what she wanted and she wished to go outside. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day, so I made a bed up for her and brought her outside. She so enjoyed it in the sun. Then it got a bit too warm, so I moved her into the shade. She laid quietly soaking up the great outdoors. She then convulsed a few times throughout the day; a part of her dying process. I just stayed quiet and calm as I supported her. She did not want any remedies as she continued to gracefully shut herself down.

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