In Memory of Skye

Today we said farewell to our sweet furbaby, Skye.

She had gotten seriously ill in November and I don't think she truly ever bounced back. Last night she refused a can of tuna and just stared weakly at her water. This morning I found her barely able to move next to her litter box and we knew it was her time.

John adopted Skye while we were dating. She came to us in 2003 as Miss. Molly. We found her on Petfinder and John had to request a special meeting.

She was insanely shy at first, but it was hard not to love her. One look at those intense blue eyes and that fluffy cloud of white fur and John knew her name had to be Skye.

She for sure was John's girl. They had a super special connection and she never loved another human so much, until Munch was born and she warmed quickly up to him.

She was always happy to visit company and sit down for a chat.

She loved being pet and wasn't afraid to let you know by giving out love nips.

She probably would have preferred to be the only furbaby and never quite warmed up to Kaiser and Joplin. She did tolerate Gandalf though and at times her relationship with The Old Bear resembled an old married couple.

I never met a single person that didn't live her. She had some crazy quirks, but on the whole was an amazing, sweet and beautiful girl. We will miss her terribly.

Nox believes she has crossed the rainbow bridge and found a good beach to play on with plenty of fish to catch. I hope that's true.