Today 20 dec 2010 at 5 pm we said good bye to Mitzi.
I met her in Radda in Chianti, sometime in the summer of 1997. She allowed me to take here away.
She remaind briefly with me, but later shifted to my parent's house.
Here she was, confortable, on Renato's (my dad) legs.
She saw him dying, some years ago.
And then she became my mother's cat.
Here she is, christmas 2007....making sure noone could disturb her life with Grazia...
...well...almost. Sometimes it was better to sleep (after all myself and Anto were only taking photos).
When my mother also passed away, she remained all alone at her home, for some three months, before finally allowing us to take her to Como
...I'm not sure she really "allowed" me to. Hers she is, about to hit me with a paw...
Anyway, after about 15 days on the balcony, at -3C, she finally moved into our Como home...
...she wasn't exactly slim, was she ?
We spend almost two years in Como together, before moving to the Cote d'Azur
...and yes, as "Riviera Radio" kept saying this summer, "there's no better place to be".
Of course we named our company after her: NITZI Sarl is really Mitzi Sarl, as almost everyone keeps calling it (I still wonder why...but it is always so). Can you spot her on this photo ?
(hint: she is in TWO places!)
In august, after spending three days of vacation in Corse, she did something strange after taking her lunch. A funny movement with her tongue.
We did not get it, but it was the first sign that the same thing that took my mom away was about to do the same with her.
In October it was clear she was not ok.
In November she lost one of her eyes, almost all of the vibrisse on one side, but never stopped eating her food or purring at us.
I decided that - as I was the one to take her away from Toscany - I would also be the one to try to understand when she would have said "that's it".
With Anto, we kept looking at her, to try and understand when the joy of being alive (and well feed) would be superseeded by the pain caused by her cancer.
On december 17 she looked very said. She kept reaching for the bed, and laid there for hours.
Hardly she would purr at us.
Saturday night I thought the moment had come.
Today we went to the doctor. She felt asleep for the last time on my left hand, while anto was petting her.
In her last post, here, she said that she is well...now.
And yes, I agree.
Somewhere at this very time she is there, with Grazia and Renato, watching tennis on Tv, "tutti insieme".
Thank you Mitzi.
We loved you. And still do.