Zoey’s big sister, Mya. My first baby…and definitely a soul mate. Mya didn’t know what to think when, in less than one year, we acquired three kittens. But, she was gentle and playful with them and showed them the way: how to be a dog! All three of my cats behave a lot like dogs…greeting us at the door when we get home, begging for treats, “barking” commands at us. I used to joke that the cats called her “Big Kitty” because they really didn’t know the difference. We all miss her everyday.
Mya was born on Super Bowl Sunday, February 3, 2002 and died on May 9, 2010, Mother’s Day. She awaits me at the rainbow bridge.