The last picture of Lotus.
Yesterday I buried my sweet Lotus, 17 years old.
17 Years ago we got her and her brother from the shelter. They were farm-cats, sick and shy. Lotus and her brother Maan (Moon) turned out happy and healthy cats and they were so gentle, not the average barncat but with aristocratic blood in their veins. Maan died two years ago.
I buried Lotus next to Nisse who was the love of her life.
Today I bought a pink camelia for her. It hurts to loose a dear pet, but I am also grateful for all the sweetness, fun and love she surrounded me with all these years.
Thanks little princes.