It was 1991 when I first met her.She was a beautiful black kitten. Soft and full of energy, like kittens often are.Many times I would go to visit her, often times I’d bring her home with me, leaving a note “Hey, I borrowed your cat”.
With a strange turn of events, Loki became mine.She was my constant companion from the days I had nothing, living in a little trailer in Mt.Dora through various improvements in my life.She would wait for me while I traveled, and welcome me home when I returned.She asked nothing from me except some food, and love.
She endured 6 moves, various small children, roommates, a wife, and even a dog.
For 17 years she was with me, asking for nothing but love.
This week was hard for her.I could only love her enough to let her go.
