Rest in Peace, my Ringliboo.

This has been a difficult year for us with our pets. Today we lost our third cat since last February. Ringo was our oldest cat. She was just shy of 19 and I knew her since shortly after she was born at my in-laws’ house.

When she was 9 months old, she became my cat permanently. She was my first pet as an adult, and we weathered me getting married, moves to three different states, a myriad of career changes, and the addition of other cats and a dog to our household. Ringo took everything in stride.

I truly believe she had no fear. Once, when we were out for a walk, a dog came rushing at us full growl. Ringo didn’t even flinch while I warded off the dog. Another time our neighbors got a doberman. The first time the dog stood up on the fence to get attention and Ringo was outside, she charged the fence. The doberman yelped and ran away.

Even in death she was a fighter and faced the pain and difficulty of her body shutting down with grace and determination. Her last act in the vet’s office was to meow and pull herself to one last stand to head butt the vet tech’s hand.

If ever a cat should’ve been cloned, it was Ringo. I will miss her always.


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