My friend and companion Harriet the Cat, formerely known as Mysteria from a previous life, passed away. I discovered her in her bed after coming to work in my gallery/vintage shop, Monday.
She was about 15 years old and had been surprising and pleasing guests for years. Never one to complain or run away, she had quite a following of visitors who loved to get their cat fix in Nashville, Indiana, even allowing children to stroke her. All black with greenish-yellow eyes, at 15 pounds she was quite large, and those who thought her overweight I would remind them she was just big boned.
I am saddened by the loss, and it isn't the same without Harriet to greet me when I open up, but she had a great life, always full of joy and our partnership lasted a very long time. I buried her in our yard, facing the house. I included her photo, the store sign which she was a part of, some catnip we grew in the garden and included both a gold coin and a one way passage token for her to cross the river Styx inside a clear glass jar, along with a red tail hawk, which had died in the same spot shortly before her, for company or passageway by air to the other side.
In my personal folder, "us", you can see how she appeared for the 14 years I shared my business with her.
eugene spiegel, harrietsfriend