Dear Nala was helped over the Rainbow bridge last Thursday. She was 17 years old. She was my daughter's cat. We got her the year the Lion King came to the theater. She came with her sister, Tommy, a much oranger kitten. They had their first and only plane ride when we moved from Michigan to Washinton, 1997. They got a new buddy, Chico in 2003 and Tommy passed on. The human girls moved on to college and home again only to marry and move away. Soon I was told, "hey, Mom, Nala's moving with us". I cried.
They told me what I always told them. "don't worry, you can get a new kitty". And I did, Monkey, Chico's new love. Nala visited us her last week and left us for the last time.