So last night around 9'oclock Clint and I were in the middle of playing roh-sham-bo to see who would go look for Starbucks. Every night she goes out and we go and find her next door at the pre-school play yard scampering about and tormenting the dogs next door. Just as we are about to go get her we get a phone call from a lady who says she's been hit by a car and that she is dead. We couldn't believe it so we raced over to the street just next to our house, and there she was. She looked like she was just asleep, but she was totally limp. I kept asking Clint if we could take her to the vet, and he kept telling me it was too late...so we sadly took her home and buried her in our back yard. It was probably one of the most traumatic things I've ever had to go through. I haven't cried this hard in a long time. She was only 9 months old.
Starry wasn't just a normal kitten. EVERYONE loved her. I mean everyone. She was one of those kittys that had such a great personality you couldn't help but love her. She would fall asleep on my head every night and purr till she fell asleep. When you took a bath she would pat the bubbles till they were all gone. When you were working on the computer she would jump up on you lap, but hit all the wrong keys before she settled down. And every morning she would wake us up with a "kiss" with her nose on ours. She is what helped me get through the move having something that "loved" you to come home to. Sometimes Clint and I would come home early from being out cause we missed Niz. Clint says that the Lord gave her to us just when we needed her most. I know she's "just a cat" but she really ment the world to us and we loved her very much. She was part of our family, and will be sorely missed. Goodbye Niz! We love you.