Silvester Brown. Silvenheimer. Silvio. Silviepoo.
Such a pretty face, such a sweet kitty.
Out of all the family pets, she was the most peaceful. Very level-headed. Aside from the occasional hair ball, nothing much bothered her. She was fearless and took no shit, especially not from the neighborhood dogs and vets wanting to poke her with needles.
I think that is why, when I think about her weak and unable to take care of herself anymore, I get really sad. Because that was so counter to who she was.
This little specimen of elegance graced our lives for almost 17 years. Thank you for your company, Silvie.
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I dreamed she was jumping around like usual on some boxes in the basement storage room. I totally believed it, too, after only a split second of surprise and doubt.
night of June 3rd
For some *&^%$!!computer reason I can't read your text next to Silvie's picture when the screen is maximized, but I just read it on the smaller screen. You hit the bull's eye about Silvie. Your description of her is perfect. I miss that intelligence, strength, stubborness, elegance, and mesmerizing beauty.
I remember she cried to be let out of the Stanford back porch door but she wouldn't go out when I opened it for her. I waited longer than a few seconds and when she was still sitting, looking out with her tail twitching, I nudged her out with my foot and she hissed at me while going out. Silvers!
It was always an honor when Sylvie would acknowledge my presence.
David
David! Wazzup!
I'm glad you have good memories of Silvie. I'm sure she did of you.
How are you and Yuko? Any plans to come to Tokyo soon? I hope you are enjoying summer in Seattle!
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