Prancer was born about a block away from where she died. Her mother, Meech, had been displaced by the death of her owner and was homeless. Prancer befriended the people at the office, and both she and Meech were adopted by Tom. Prancer moved in with Yvonne in 2005, and resided with her until 2017. She moved back in with Tom when Yvonne moved.
Prancer was a bit of a tease. She would often walk toward someone who called her only to make a sharp turn just before getting to them. She loved the outdoors as a young cat, but, as an older cat, she preferred sitting on the porch with the door open. She could hear a can of tuna being opened from several rooms away, and never left any of the water to share with the other cats.
Though her death was unexpected on that day, she was extremely old and was nearing the end, anyway. There were times when we would touch her to make certain she was still alive. Later she would be walking around like she was fine. Her next trip to the vet's office would be her last, and I was thinking it was nearing the time for that trip.
Prancer will hold a special place in the hearts of many people who loved her, like me.
