Saying goodbye to my beautiful Mia has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. She was my heart cat — the one who truly chose me.
When she came into my life at 13, she was overweight, anxious, and wounded, with patches of fur pulled out and sores from constant licking. She was shy and unsure. With time, patience, and care, she healed — and in the gentlest way, she made her way entirely into my heart.
Mia lived to 20, and every year with her was a gift. She was loyal, soft-spirited, and quietly strong. She trusted me completely and made our home feel whole.
She had her rituals: curling up on fresh laundry the moment it came out of the dryer, claiming the back of the couch as her royal perch, and her unmistakable 5 a.m. meow — not for food, but to demand that I turn on the bathtub tap, her preferred water source.
For a shy kitty, her trust was extraordinary. She let me clip her nails. When kidney disease caught up to her, she accepted subcutaneous fluids calmly and without fuss. She trusted me to care for her right until the very end — and I would have done anything for her.
My heart still aches, but I’m finally able to share just how lucky I was to have known and loved her.
Rest well, sweet girl. Thank you for choosing me. 💔🐾