Forever in an author's heart

Trish Jensen and Foxy...

Foxy

This is Foxy. Although now deceased, she owned me for twenty years. Found her at the ASPCA when I went in just on a whim, with no intention of actually leaving with an animal. As I looked around, she began "talking" to me, and held her paw out for me to shake hands. She instantly licked my hand when I touched her paw. I asked one of the workers if they'd let me hold her. Once the crate opened up, she literally leapt into my arms. She instantly began nuzzling my neck, and licked me, making me giggle. There was no way she was letting go. She'd found her slave, and she was holding on to me for life.

The vet estimated she was about six months old when I adopted her, and she was well over twenty years when she gave me the "I'm ready" look that broke my heart. A long-haired calico, she became Foxy because her tail was so fluffy, and she had fox-like ears. And she was also wily as a fox, too. She knew exactly how to bend me to her will. I made a ton of tuna salad over those years because she loved lapping up the tuna juice and bits. Obviously, the sound of the can opener had her galloping to the kitchen from any corner of the house. She was the greatest kitty, right to the end. She put up with the dogs, often cleaning their eyes without complaint when they'd nose her to do so. But as you can see, this was her favorite nap spot, as the sun warmed her and she could watch all of the birds flying around outside of the window. It's been a few years, but she's forever in my heart.

Trish