Miss Vega O’Mega: 1999 – 2008
It is a sad evening here in Dublin. We arrived home this evening, and immediately knew something wasn’t right as Vega is usually there to pounce on us with love and affection when we walk in the door. Christine found her splayed on the floor in our bedroom, eyes open, body rigid, and a small puddle of pee. We have no idea how she died, as she seemed very healthy. Perhaps she got poisoned when roaming the neighborhood. Or maybe she simply had a heart attack — she would get really amazingly worked up when seeing another cat in our yard through the window. We got in a bunch of crying and then drove her to a local vet for cremation.
I’ll miss you vega. Thanks for 8 wonderful years of snuggles.