From day one of adopting Sif at just shy of three years old, she has always been sassy and vocal, but demanding of attention. Anything she didn’t like, she made sure everyone knew about her dissatisfaction. She was spoiled and demanded the upmost respect, but she was also a hard lover. Even if she struggled to express it sometimes. Once you get to know her, she would get very upset if you were sad. How dare you be sad? You must be happy. That was her attitude. Even if she had one herself in those times, it was always like tough love, accompanied by lots of kitty compassion and cuddles.
She was so stubborn. Despite having stomach cancer, she was annoyed by the fact and powered through like a tank.
In her last moments, she seemed annoyed by death, shining her typical ‘tude that I adored. It was hard to watch but also comforting in deranged way. She still had fight in her, and she made sure it was known.
But cancer is never graceful.
I love you Lady Sif.
You will always be the Empress of my universe.