Our kitty Ashana is dying. For nearly 17 years she’s graced us, this miniscule puffball packed full of more attitude than most wild tigers. She came to me as a kitten, during a time of such abject darkness I quite nearly didn’t make it out at all. I am here writing this today, in part at least, because of her. She was a tiny sack of bones back then, all fur and giant green eyes—relentless, demanding, amazing green eyes. Feed me. Play with me. Pet me. And oh yeah, LIVE.
We’ve known this was coming. Kidney disease, and probably cancer. These past few weeks Asha has started to eat less and less. I’ve baked chicken and rice, heated up five different kinds of baby food, six varieties of cat food, and last night I cooked her baby shrimp and mashed them into a pulp. Tonight I had six different bowls of food on the floor for her, hoping one would taste good. She looked down at the bowls, walked past them and sat right at my feet, staring at me for the longest time. I’ve been crying more or less ever since. I get it Asha. It’s okay.
Still teaching me after all this time. Some lessons just hurt way too much.
And so here are a few pictures I took of Asha and me last night. So stupid really, pet photographers without pictures of us with our pets. These pictures don’t do her justice…she is beautiful, even now, so old and frail. I will post some of just her soon. Jenn is out of town until Tuesday. I had hoped Asha would hang on until then but today I’m not so sure. We owe her an easy passing. She has given us so very much.
God does my heart hurt.
Love and Peace,
Heather
Ashana and Me
Ashana and Me


























