This is my Ishy. She was almost 14 years old but she had stomach cancer and I had to let her go last week. I miss her so much. I am so used to her following me around everywhere. She was my muse, best friend and part of the family. She was so naughty but I loved her anyway. She loved to 'help' me in the garden and come bounding out to the road with me when I put the bins out. She loved to climb the rooftops and if I was outside she would stick her head over the edge of the roof and meow 'hello' to me. If I was talking to a neighbour she would get jealous and meow at me as if to say 'hey, I'm here too!'. She loved to find secret spots in the garden where she could hide in bushes away from the sun. She rarely caught birds but would chat to them often in that chirpy, meow language that cats reserve only for birds.
I hope she is free now from the pain she was in and is gulping down lots of food on a rooftop in the next world. We love you Ishtar and we will never forget you.
