A Memorial for Sheba.
22:09 4 January 2026, she passed away at somewhere between 14-15 years old.
She was a laid back cat with a loud mouth. She was a moggie born from strays taken care of by my Spawnpoint out in the country and picked out by my grandmother. She loved food, cuddles, and giving kisses. She didn't always get along with Sugar, but they pulled through by the end of her life.
It will not be the same in our house. The tip-taps of her paws on the hardwood floors, the way she would lie on my grandmother's chest, her snores when she would snooze in the cat bed, the purrs that would fill the whole house, talking to us. The screaming at the back door to be let out, the way she pissed standing straight up and directly against the back of the litter box, the constant grass is greener gambit back and forth from inside to outside. She brought us a lot of joy and love, and we hope we were able to reciprocate that enough in her final moments.
"My baby's gone. And to think she was just learning to speak English..."
We love you, Sheeba-beebas. May the weather always be fair, the skies always be blue, and the grass springy and cool beneath your paws.
Please do not be sorry for my loss. She has been going downhill for a while, and I've already grieved her loss long before she started dying. Do give me tips on how to comfort my grandmother, please.












