We said goodbye to Xena this morning. She let us know it was time. And even then, we wavered. It’s so heartbreaking. What a girl she was! This is my small tribute to her. And a short photo album. Like all women, throughout her life she went through many phases and yes, many sizes, but she was her lovable, unique self to the end.
She joined our home when she was about 12 weeks old. Her first name was Scooter. The family we got her from named her that because when she was born, she didn’t have the use of her back legs (she was a Manx). I’ll never understand why the humans who cared for her and helped her learn to walk ever let her go, but thankful we’ve always been. That day we also adopted two other kittens (siblings to one another) who had been raised with Xena (all nearly the same age).
We renamed her Xena, after the then current television show, Xena Warrior Princess. She was definitely the protector of the other two kittens and would face off any dog that came into her path. To the very end, she continued to groom the other cats in the house and even nestle with the dogs.
She was the most affectionate cat and was always in the middle of the action when we had a party at the house. All of our other cats seek cover, but not Xena. Not one to enjoy being picked up, her Warrior Princess side would show up at the mere touch of being lifted. But a lap? She was all about that. She took walks with us in the pasture. If we moved too quickly for her, she’d cry out with her crazy sounding Warrior Princess kind of meow to let us know we’d better wait up.
I wish I would have clicker trained her. I did a few short sessions, captured one on film, but never continued. As confident as she was and so very food motivated, no telling what we could have accomplished together.
But we loved her. And she loved us. That’s what matters. We’ll miss you, Xena.