Our cat has disappeared. No trace. Maybe the victim of a bear or coyote, or maybe she went for a walkabout. Maybe she is just asleep in that big cushion in the sky.
Born in South Georgia, St. Marys, around 1998, she was named for the Magnolia outlet mall in
on her way back to Ellijay. That was her first car ride and she did not like
it, a trend to continue her whole life.
She was a birdwatcher, liked to watch the hummingbirds flit around. But she was compassionate - when birds would fly into our high windows and land feet up on the deck, she would come running to administer mouth-to-mouth before taking them to the screened-in porch for dissection.
She liked high places - she watched the yard from the top step, she slept on top of the 4-wheeler cushion, she watched from the porch swing as the raccoons would come and go to eat her food at night.
|Maggie and her buddy, Tasha the dog|
You know how your kids get pets then the kids grow up and leave home and leave the pets there? That is what happened to Maggie. Left to be raised by grandparents, she liked the quiet life with the old folks out in the woods.
She was still pretty spry for a 15-year-old cat, we would be gone for long periods of time and she had a caregiver who would check on her and feed her, elder care. So if you have a loved one who is getting on up there in years, go to see her and give her a hug because the next time she might be gone.
Thanks for all the good times, Maggie, hope you are in a happy place!