Remembering Lacey

This is the first anniversary of Lacey's crossing of the rainbow bridge. Although I certainly posted about her passing at the time, I left a few photos in the queue from the preceding days and weeks, just to post today.

She, perhaps, paid her final visit to my lap almost three weeks earlier, or at least the last of which I managed to grab my phone. While she was not my lap cat, she knew that treats might, somehow, appear.

She was Sue's lap cat. I remain thankful that Lacey was able to get her portion of loving up until the end.

She ate a good final meal before we took her into the vet. Her jaw was cancerous, so she had been having difficulty getting the food out of the dish. That morning I sat on the kitchen floor with her and rolled up bits that she could pick up. I remain thankful that I thought to do that for the poor, old girl.