Keisha passed away last night in her sleep.  She was 19 days shy of being 18 years old.



Keisha was my "dream kitty".  I had always wanted a Siamese cat.  I adopted her from the pet store in the Muncie Mall when she was about 7 weeks old. Her adoption was $80, a large sum for a college student, but I saw her and fell in love  instantly.



During her initial visit to the vet, we discovered that she had Feline Leukemia, a disease in cats that is similar to cancer in humans.  The pet store suggested that I bring her back for a refund or exchange, but I couldn't bear to part with her; and so I decided to treat the leukemia myself with herbs that could be used for humans in treating cancer.  I chose Chapparal.



Six weeks later, Keisha was leukemia-free.  



Keisha was truly a gift from God.  She was the sweetest cat; very loyal and loving.  She had a very loud voice that she used sparingly, usually only when she wanted more food, fresher water, or some attention.  She didn't ask for much, only a lap to sit in now and then, to be petted and loved.  And I definitely loved her.



Over the years she was a faithful companion, comforting me when I was lonely, snuggling up with me at night, and purring loudly to let me know that she loved me too.  She loved to play when she was younger, and she did the cutest thing when she wanted attention: she would come over to the chair or couch where I was sitting, stretch out her long body, and reach out with her right paw to gently touch my leg or arm.  Who could resist that?



She frequently sat in my lap as I worked at the computer, especially as she got older.  She played with my children, and was very protective of them when they were babies.  Her sharp hearing alerted me when someone was at the door.  She was my not-so-vicious little guard kitty.



Keisha and I both thank everyone who prayed for us over the past couple of days when it became obvious that she was not going to be with us much longer.  Thank you for your prayers and warm thoughts.  I know Keisha was in a fair amount of pain the last couple of days of her life, and I am glad that she is no longer suffering.  I believe that she is at the Rainbow Bridge, and when I die, I will see my special girl again.  She was....my baby; and I will miss her for a long, long time.