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Marking the passing of a princess

 

I've never been good at eulogizing or even writing grand statements at the passing of my favorite beings. But I will mark this sad day, 4th of July with the smallest of words for such a grand being. Nico, Viking warrior princess - lived to the sweet age of 21 and many of those years were spent fighting diabetes. She never liked another cat, rarely liked anyone besides her humans and had the sharpest nails of any beast and the quickest paw in the west. Couple those two powers together and you did not want to be on the wrong side of her ire.
In her better days she enjoyed sneaking off to visit a neighbor boyfriend for clandestine garden visits she never told me the nature of. She also enjoyed sunbathing, hot bricks and tuna water. She was a goddess incarnate and let everyone know. Many a minute she spent gazing into the mirror at the beautiful Nubian queen she was.
In her waning years she still reigned supreme. More demanding and difficult but still got around her kingdom, said no to this and that and pitied us for not being able to read her mind. Still loving and affectionate just a little slower and a tad grumpy. 
Since she disliked all other cats- when her spirit guide came to lead her to Valhalla she gave him her patented quick paw, nails drawn as her last attempt to ward off death. But death comes for us all, even mystic princesses.
She will be laid in a hall of honor with her sisters that went before her and next to a mirror that always will reflect her beauty. 
My dear friend of 21 years, thank you for your glorious battle and a life of love. 


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