Loss of my Fur-Baby Girl.

Man these past weeks certainly have been tough. Opal my beloved companion since 1997, passed away earlier today at home with me. Before I go further, in no way am I comparing her death and its impact on me with the recent passing of my Father, just making that clear.

Having said that, I arrived in the U.S officially in '95, two years later '97, this precious, super intelligent, feisty/sometimes grumpy kitty, would become my little compadre through thick and thin, she was already 2 at that point. Opal just wandered into the apartment like she owned the place already lol. Poor Spike, the very first fur baby angel didn't know what to do! They soon became inseparable and so I know she will be happy to see him again, along with all the boys, Dusty/Blue/Snubbies and Angus. This ole' gal outlasted them all!

She has been by my side all this time and as anyone knows who have fur babies, they become your little family and she certainly was my little fur baby. She ruled the roost with all the boys, being the only female for years. As you can tell her age from the timeline, this old girl was a fighter till the last.

Opal had been declining for a little while now but still fighting the good fight, she was not ready to go. However today it was time. Opal was so loved and adored. RIP my little compadre, the boys are waiting on Rainbow bridge for you to whip them back into shape.

Crushed is not even the word.

#Family