Death seems to be wanting me, to pay attention lately. Mishka took her last breath Saturday morning and now her bodies lies out in bens garden. I noticed since coming back from Grandma's she wasn't the same cat I had preciously left. Her meow was different, she sat in odd spaces with wide eyes and she seemed to cry at Ben and I. The last time I saw her, the cute pinks in her nose and ears had all but vanished, greyness had taken over and death had embarked. It's an amazing journey life, for all creatures, I smile and hope Mishka had an amazing one :). She definitely helped me in my own journey of overcoming my cat fear, thank-you Mishka for sticking it out with me, you are one very missed cat!