Saying Goodbye to a Friend

In 1995, Sarabi and I set out from Illinois to St. Louis. For a while it was just me and her. This little kitten who always pounced my feet just as I was falling asleep. She used to surf the walls as a kitten in our first apartment. We went through a lot together. 3 apartments, 2 houses, boyfriends that didn't last and the heartache that went with that, marriage, children, 3 more cats, the death of one of those cats, a year of separation when I went to England and had to leave her here. Hours of writing time together. Where my other cat that passed away was my love. Sarabi's been my friend. Renal failure has ravaged her body making her weak and feeble. She's lost 2/3s of her body weight in the past year.

She's always been there with me, every step of the way. I'll miss her.