RIP Roxanne, ?-2007

Our sweet kizzle passed away this afternoon. We aren't really sure what happened---she ran out yesterday as we were leaving, and I couldn't catch her to put her back in the house. She wasn't around when we got home, but she strolled in around 8pm. She wasn't looking quite right....she was very quiet, and she didn't run to the food bowl and yell, and she seemed a little unsteady. But she tried to put her face in both our water glasses so we didn't worry too much.
This morning when we got up she was sort of flopped in her favorite spot in the fireplace...seemed really lethargic, but it was so hot and humid, and she purred when I petted her, so we both went to work and decided to take her to the vet if she didn't seem perkier when we got home.
When we got home, she was still in the same spot, and didn't seem able to move at all. We called around and found that the greenfield animal hospital was the closest, and they told us to bring her in right away. I bundled my poor kitty in a towel and put her into the first empty box I could find...a banker file box. I held the box on my lap and we set off in rush hour traffic for greenfield.
Poor kitty was very quiet, but she was obviously struggling. She made a couple of kicks and then was still. We kept going to the hospital, but once we got there we figured there was really no point in going in. She was definitely gone. So we sat in the truck and cried for a while, and then headed home.
She was laid in state in the fireplace (her favorite spot) for an hour, and then we buried her under the tree in the back yard.
She was a very good kitty, and she had a very long and full life. She was at least a grandmother if not a great grandmother, she ran an art gallery in Wilkinsburg for a number of years, and had subsequent homes in Lawrenceville, North Oakland, and Point Breeze before moving to her final home in East Liberty almost exactly one month ago today.
I imagine we'll miss her poking us in the face at 4am. And yelling all the way down the stairs until we put new food in her bowl, even if it was full. And of course, sticking her face in our glasses, and climbing on the table to beg. She was a spoiled kitty, but she deserved it.