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An Era has ended and a friend I have never met has gone to the great beyond leaving our tale unfinished.

Rest in Peace Robert Jordan and thank you for allowing me to wander and wonder in your world for all these many years. Blessing upon you and all those family members and friends left behind to wander aimlessly without your guidence.

Blessed Be.

Scott
(5th Sigil Remembers)

Friends:

sometime this Thursday evening, between 7:30 and 11 PM Driaocht (aka
dree, dree the wee beastie, dree-bee) passed into the summerlands.

She was my first baby: the queen of felinity. She was a cat, and so
much more than what is contained in that tiny syllable.

She was with me all of my adult (if adulthood beings when you
graduate college) life. In fact, adopting her was the first thing I
did after I moved in to my first apartment in 1991. She literally
grabbed me through the bars on her crate at the NH ASPCA. She was
the classic “black cat” even with her white chin, bib and toes. She
had almost no meow, never did really, just an odd collection of
trills, squeaks and vocalizations. She could purr though, and did
every day of her life. She saw me through moves, midwifery training,
job changes, good relationships and bad. She was with me when my dad
died and my (human) babies were born. She was my constant companion.

She loved dust baths, and catnip and sunspots and pouncing. She was
a lover of affection, of soft sleeping spots and running through the
house. She was an adventurer, a hunter, a confidant, a compassionate
friend. She would sleep with her kitty housemates, and, to
paraphrase Neil Gaiman, would turn into a curlicue of fur on the
quilt. She redecorated my altars, left her whiskers on my pillows,
clawed things she wasn’t supposed to and spat up hairballs at
inconvenient moments. In short she was a beautiful, lovely, one of a
kind, much-more-than-just a cat, cat.

I will miss her for the rest of my life.

I have a million Dree stories to hold her. In death, she was
peaceful: she looked as though she was leaping into the summerlands,
her coat was shiny, her ears perked up and her face composed. She
was beautiful.

Thank you Dree, for being my friend, and for touching all of the
people you did. Thank all of you, who knew her, and care(d) for me
while I mourned.

Love,
Christina