I've had kitties all my life.. literally... and never once did one of them touch my soul the way my Diva Aneesa did. She came into this harsh cold world some time in August, 2000 ...we brought her into our world and our home in October of that same year. She was just a wee little "lady" with her stitches still in her little tummy. Husband person said she couldn't get on the furniture or the bed.. and he didn't like her, he said. That lasted all of a couple or three hours. LOL

A couple months after we brought her home, I had emergency surgery and the little Diva... Nurse Aneesa.. stood close watch over her "human momma" forever after. She was always my "little nurse" ...no matter what I suffered.

A couple of months ago, she stopped eating... stopped voiding.. stopped being a Diva. We took her to the vet, of course, but he didn't find anything conclusive... and he still drained my husband person, financially. She was on so many meds, I lost count. I had to force feed her several times a day... syringe pedialyte and water into her... and sing and cajol and beg and plead with her to allow this terrible, undignified treatment. I became Nurse Aminah to my own Diva Aneesa.

On December 7th, I found my baby girl in my closet. She was such a Diva.. to the very end.. she hated for me to see her so unkempt and feeling so ill. She left without saying goodbye to us, but it was her way. She will always be my Diva Aneesa.

Now, she's here with me in spirit everyday... I hear her "talking" or romping through the hallway ...I feel her presence in "her spot" on our bed. One of my pets has even learned to mimic her "sickness" sounds.. ironically, it's my gluttonous goldfish.. Miss Dorothy. Husband person laid her body just under her Pink Camelia, in our front yard... and I left the furry spot on the back of the love seat and the curtains, where she always sat and watched her birdies in that bush.

"I miss you, baby girl. There's more birdies than ever, these days!"