R.I.P. Raffie

My cat, Raffie, died over the weekend. She was about 20 years old, so she lived a great life and stayed with us even though she despised every other animal we've ever owned. She had three favorite spots at my parent's house...one in the garage next to the door so she could greet everyone when they came in or out, another in the window above my mom's flower garden, and another under the back deck in the shade. When no one had seen her for a few days, my mom went searching and found her peacefully curled up under the deck. It seems as though she picked her spot, took a nap and never woke up. If I had to choose any way for her to go, that would surely be it.

So my dad buried her next to Macie, our dog that died in May last year. They have a nice little spot by the pond, in the shade, where we can easily visit. I just hope they can get along next to each other...luckily, I think Macie was Raffie's favorite of all the pets we've had.

R.I.P. Raffie, you will be missed.