My mom waited patiently last night until I finally got home to tell me some sad news. Sasha passed away yesterday. I loved him very much. He was my soul cat and I will miss him. I found him when I was working at Six Flags in Atlanta the summer of '97. He was a stray that would let me pet him and no one else, so at the end of the summer, I rescued him. When I moved to Austin, TX, he went to live with my parents. He always seemed to be a happy cat and I know my parents took good care of him. He ate breakfast yesterday and appeared to be normal. Then, a little later, my parents couldn't find him. They saw Sniffles and Mystic (our 2 other cats) sniffing around our wicker love seat. Apparently, he had crawled underneath and died in his sleep. Here are some of my favorite pics of my soul cat.
Sasha with his pal Mystic in the kitchen window.
The perfect lap cat.
