Maggie was our miracle kitty, the world's most expensive PetsMart cat, surviving two life-threatening conditions (Immune-Mediated Hemolytic Anemia and Hodgkin's Lymphoma), and living an incredible life in the process.
Lounging on the screened porch, as a kitten.
Helping with laundry.
She ruled the other critters in our household with a velvet paw, gently (or not-so-gently) showing each cat and dog who was the boss.
Sleeping on Daniel's bed.
Taking over Ruby's crate.
"Excuse me, this is MY windowsill!"
Even Winnie little wasn't exempt.
She probably would have been happier as an only cat, since she was so people oriented, but she coexisted relatively peacefully with Alice and Dorothy (and with Cindy and Amy before them.)
Sharing space.
Poor Maggie wasn't used to Dorothy's type of snuggling.
Maggie loved her people most of all. She was in the middle of everything, and a constant fixture in my or my husband's lap every evening.
I have come to accept that she's gone, no longer napping somewhere in a sunshine spot.
My favorite photo of her, with her personality on full display and her neck fur barely growing back after cancer surgery.
The last photo I took of her, on the way to the vet a few days before she died.
It's weird to be here without Maggie ... she was a huge presence in our family for 15 years.
Maggie. 2001 - 2016
Godspeed, Maggie. Mama loves you.
