We lost our dear Tasha last night, age 16. She was our baby from the time we were first married. Abandoned at four-weeks-old, weighing only one pound, and deaf, it was we who were the luckiest people on earth to become her mama and papa.
Christmas 2010 we finally did something I’d always wanted to do, take Tasha to the pet store to have a photo taken with Santa. She was the only cat there, and very patient and indulgent of us. Being deaf, the noise didn’t bother her, and she’s never been afraid of dogs, so the surrounding din didn’t disturb her.