Thursday, May 24, 2007

Diana, Dead of a Broken Heart

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Diana, our half-tortoise-shell/half Siamese, had to be put to sleep this week at the age of 11 and 1/2. She and Ringer were very close. She kept him young, I think, and kept him company when humans couldn't. Though she was skiddish and fearful of... well, just about everything, we loved her just the same. She finally started to mellow in her later years, and I hope she understood that we loved her.

She stopped eating when Ringer got sick and never started again. My parents buried her next to him so that they could be together.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

She wouldn't have sat in our laps if she hadn't known we loved her. She was especially fond of lap sitting very late at night. She had a really loud purr--she would purr at the slightest touch.


5/24/2007 11:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is awful...she will be missed as well. The psychology of cats is more complex than it seems. Her quirky personality was quite endearing. She was only cat I've come across that would simultaneously purr and have an expression of fear as you pet her. She did seem more relaxed in the last few years. My condolences to you and your parents.

5/25/2007 6:48 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

I remember Diana walking into the wall. She was keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't make any sudden moves and BAM! I liked her because she was quirky. She (and Ringer) will be missed.

Diana the human

5/30/2007 1:40 AM  
Blogger SpakKadi said...

Diana was apparently desensitized somewhat to the presence of female strangers by my mother's weekly Girl Scout meetings (hence, unlike most of our guests, you actually got to see her, Diana). As soon as the doorbell rang, she'd bolt under the bed (my parent's bed, usually, though my bed worked, too). If she heard a female voice, she would come out. But if she heard a male voice or no new voices, she would stay under the bed for hours, just in case.

5/30/2007 9:53 PM  
Blogger SpakKadi said...

When Diana was a kitten, we came home one night to find her with a swollen rear foot. When we took her into the vet, they said she had broken a toe but that the other toes would brace it and it would heal fine on its own. Instead, the toe healed crooked and forced the rest of her toes on that foot to grow crooked as well. As result, we sometimes called her crooked-foot.

6/16/2007 6:07 PM  
Blogger SpakKadi said...

Diana's coloring was a mix of black and various shades of brown. Her nicknames include Tie-Di and Tie-Diana.

6/16/2007 6:09 PM  
Blogger SpakKadi said...

Diana liked to drink water out of running faucets. She would even sit in the bathroom sink. Her fur was so thick that if you turned the water on to scare her out of the sink, she didn't seem to notice.

6/16/2007 6:10 PM  
Blogger SpakKadi said...

I saw this segment when it came on TV many years ago. It hit me hard then. Even more so now. Diana's Piano.

7/02/2007 11:14 PM  

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