In Memoriam

Abby Stickann
(2002-2007)

My mother's beautiful 50th birthday tabby, peaceful, soft, comforting, died suddenly last night after only five short years of bringing joy to my parents and brothers (and sometimes Slim Shady, who would hang on the door of the back porch to get her attention). My memories of her consist of her silky gray fur slinking through the living room after I first walked in the door, of her watchful eyes bearing down on me from high above the great room as she perched on the shelf by the ceiling, of her fast asleep under the Christmas tree, curled up by Baxter, and sitting on her scratching post waiting for Dad to pet her as he passed by.

May she rest in peace.