30/12/2025
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Itโs me, Sultana. Sutrehรธna, as I was really called. If you are reading this, Iโm already gone. I crossed the bridge on Saturday, only three days after Jorunn left on Christmas Eve. There is no gentle way to say it. It hurts. It all hurts.
Eight years ago, mum and dad moved into their new house. Before they even made it through the door, I was already there, waiting. I stood in the middle of the road and refused to move. When dad stepped out of the car, I ran straight to him and wrapped myself around his foot as if to say, you are mine now. That moment became my beginning. From then on, dad was my dad, Ellen was my mum, and that house became our home.
I stayed close after that. Always close. I had a habit of complaining, of voicing my feelings loudly and often, and that is how I got my name, Sutrehรธna, the whining chicken. It suited me. I never pretended to be anything other than exactly who I was.
Somewhere along the way, I became the cat everyone remembered. When people came to visit the sanctuary, I was the first to climb into their laps. I didnโt ask permission. I didnโt hesitate. I just belonged there. Again and again. Over time, I became a familiar presence, a constant, a small legend who made people smile without trying.
Mum and dad think I was about ten years old. Not such a bad age for a cat with leukaemia. I truly believed I still had time. I felt like I had more days, more naps, more laps left in me. But my body had other plans. One by one, my organs began to fail. My liver, my kidneys, everything started to let go. It was frightening, and it happened so fast.
Mum and dad rushed me to the vet, holding on to hope with both hands. For a little while, we all believed. Then the call came. They were told to come back, late on Saturday night. They hurried to me as fast as they could. And thirty minutes after they arrived, I slipped away.
Mum. Dad. I donโt know how to thank you for the life you gave me. For choosing me. For loving me when I was noisy, needy, and never very quiet. For every lap, every touch, every moment where I felt safe, wanted, and home.
I will wait for you.
Until we meet again.
Sutrehรธna, Sultana โค๏ธ
