3 years ago today, Mousie went to the bridge. I am always reflective on the lead up to this, because unfortunately this date runs very close to my own birthday. So much has changed, and as I've said before, not always good. I do miss parts of my old life although there is a lot of things I am pleased are gone. Mousie isn't one of them. Her death seemed to have been the cat-alyst to these changes. It's as if her passing started an avalanche in my life. The worst thing is, I knew it would happen as soon as she was gone. She was symbolic of a snapshot of time. And I have so many snapshots of her. Here are a few:
This one is a bit blurry as it is off of a very old nokia, I reckon it is circa 2011. It brings back a memory of babysitting and sleeping on the couch. She is making rolls on my leopard-print pyjama bottoms which I still have. If you enlarge the pic, you can see she is drooling. Happy times.
We would have so much fun, and this was my sad attempt at clip art! Pic from the same old phone.
A candid shot of her in her beloved garden. She would love to explore and relax.
Although she was very fuzzy, she would love to lay on the table in the garden in the height of summer and soak up the sun. You can really see how glorious her marking are.
Swiping at an insect, or chewy midday snack as she would call it.
Such a purrfect picture of my beloved girl.
It has been 3 years now, Mousie and I think of you every day.
Mousie was a 'love punk'. I would call her that, in fact I would call her many things - Lady, Beauty, Fuzzbucket, Troubleinafursuit...the list goes on. It's a wonder she responded to 'Mousie' when she was called.
And we all know everyone has multiple names for their furbabies.