My Angel, Sox

My little angel, Sox

This morning I buried my special long-time friend, my sweet cat Sox. She was close to 17 years old, ill and mostly deaf. She was with me almost as long as my dear daughter, who brought her home one day when she was just 8 years old. We had just moved into a new house and of course, we needed a kittie to keep us company. She slept next to Lauren's head until Lauren married and moved away, then she became my pillow partner. Sox was smart and full of energy. She could still jump up on the kitchen counter for her bowl of food (so the dogs wouldn't eat it) and if I was late, she would let me know! Her gentle purr soothed me as I went through devastating divorces and my empty nest period when Lauren moved away. She greeted everyone with a happy meow and a very contented purr when she sat on many friends' and family members' laps. No one was a stranger to Sox. She mothered her other "siblings", Taffy, Ellie, Gus and Pete, and was my comfort, my friend. And so to her I dedicate this small but special place... I love you dear Sox, and I'll see you in Heaven. Be sure to take special care of Taffy and Ellie for me until we're all together again.

Her favorite spot

On Lauren's lap

Sox in a box