Frosty’s farewell

It was a sad day at our house this past Thursday when we had to make the decision to have our beloved Frosty, our Chinchilla Persian cat, put to sleep.

At 17 1/2 years old, she had a long and wonderful life, living in a warm, caring home with people, and cats, who loved her.

From the day we took her and her brother, Smokey, home with us, the two of them brought Georgia and I much pleasure. As some of you know, Smokey passed quietly one evening in February 2008.

Frosty, a Diva from the start, could still hunt with the best of them. Nothing got past this agile little feline who could catch a moving fly with a snap of her paw.

The photo above is when we nicknamed her “Cindy Crawford” for her modeling talent.

Always a queen, she would primp and groom herself with a passion. She looked her best at all times which is part of what contributed to our decision to help her pass.

Georgia had promised Frosty she would not let her lose her dignity and, when that started happening the time was near.

While it doesn’t make the decision any easier, in the end it was a question of what is best for her, not what is easier on us.

Of course I would prefer to still have her with us and will miss her, but I welcome the day when we can legally show the same compassion for each other.

Frosty and Smokey guarding my office entrance.

No one got past those two. We miss you both. RIP

And I cannot begin to describe how wonder we all felt at the outpouring of love and support from our friends on Facebook and social media. Your prayers, healings and thoughts are greatly appreciated.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.