Kia was an exquisitely marked Tortoiseshell, an exotic beauty even at eight-weeks. She died on December 9, 2003 from lung cancer at 15. I still miss her very much, especially this time of year. She came into my life after I had returned from a tour of the South Pacific, and her name is a Polynesian word with many meanings: let there be good fortune; good health; and welcome after long journeys. She brought all of that into my life and more.
I miss so many things about Kia: her churls and chortles; her ballerina’s grace; and the musical sound my voice made whenever I called her name.
May she rest in peace.