R.I.P., Tria

What first presented as pancreatitis turned out to be cancer, all tangled up with her liver and non-operable. So we've been spoiling her as much as possible, and today we gave her as peaceful an end as we could.

Tria always was our problem child; she couldn't get along with other cats, and for the last nine years she's been separated off in her own room. But she was a sweet cat to people, friendly and fond of licking noses. And I really do think she was happier off in her own room than sharing the house with other felines, especially since the housemate slept in there with her. Between that, and going outside to run and climb and chase things, she had a pretty good life.

She had a good day today, with much petting and as much special food and treats as we could tempt her to eat, and a last wander around outside in the fresh air and sunshine with both her humans in attendance. And when it was time to go, she went out in her own room, in the housemate's arms.

We buried her out back, where there's a nice view of the pond, under one of the trees she liked to climb. She loved it out there.

Goodbye, TriaPet. It hasn't always been a smooth ride, but I'm glad eleven years ago you picked our tree to get "stuck" in.