Tazzie was loaded with personality
Much as I love May, it is also a bittersweet month because two beloved cats were born and died then. In remembering Tazzie, I realize that forgetting her is impossible.
I once wrote that if a cat could be a season, then Tazzie was spring. I named her after a species of sweetly scented orange narcissus.
Nine years have passed since she died on a morning in May. I am so glad she had a chance to sit in the sun and listen to the birds one last time.
You can read more about Tazetta in a post written on May 14th in the 2009 archives. Click on the photos for a better view.
Like May, Tazzie is an emblem of all that is soft, warm and sweet. May she rest in peace.