I'm heartbroken to report that we lost one of our cats, Mila, this weekend. She joins her sister Mia who passed on a couple of years ago. They were inseparable for nearly 10 years, and our beloved companions since kittenhood.
She sailed through cancer surgery over the summer, but unfortunately we recently learned that Milly's mammary cancer had returned. We were lucky enough to be able to give her every treatment that might help her.
I'd like to take the time to remind anyone reading to check their pets for lumps; we caught Mila's early but hers was aggressive with a high chance it would return.
She spent her remaining days comfortable, enjoying the things she loved, and well cared for. She passed on at home in one of her favourite spots, surrounded by the family who loved her. Though I'm heartbroken that we can't be with her any more, I cannot imagine a more fitting end for one of the sweetest, gentlest creatures. She could barely meow, and I'll forever miss her tiny little squeaks and silent meows.
Mila is a Slavic name that translates loosely as someone who is Dear, and she was truly cherished for her entire life. She is only one kitty in a world of many souls. But I want the world to kniw that she existed, she mattered to us, and she was dearly loved.
Thank you for letting us be your humans, Mila. May you rest in peace, cuddled up with your sisteronce more.














