





I rescued her as a kitten in 2000, when I was 9. 26 years later I finally had to say goodbye to my sweet girl today. She lived a long, happy life and peacefully drifted to rest this afternoon at the vet.
Crazy thing is her body was still healthy (for a 26 year old cat), her cognitive dysfunction is what eventually got her.
All her kitten photos are buried in photo albums at my parents house, so the oldest one I have is when she is already an adult in 2005. Never imagined a barn cat would end up going through so much of my life with me.
Love you Sasha girl, go find that little red dot in cat heaven.