Guinness was my first baby.  She’s been a great cat for me for the past 15 years.

I adopted her in 1997 from the Capital Area Humane Society in Lansing, Michigan when she was one-year-old.

I walked into the shelter and we just instantly bonded, I never even looked at another animal.  She came with the name Sabrina.  But seeing how I recently returned from England/Ireland, I decided she looked more like the color of Guinness beer, so it stuck.

Her story was that she at some point came from an abused home. I don’t think she even came out from under my bed for the first week I brought her home.  But after time, she slowly made her way out, but for some reason, was only trustful of me.

Now with that said, I still couldn’t even touch her with two hands at a time.  One hand only.

But she would climb on my chest each night and purr as I slept.

The last few months have been rough for my poor, old girl.  She has been having some kidney problems and developed a heart murmur.  On top of that, she at some point lost her hearing.  She’s been a tough trooper, but you could start to see she was in pain.

I will miss her conversation – we used to talk back-and-forth often.  She had one of the most unique meows ever.  And when her stomach hurt, she made a noise like an alien was about to come out of her stomach.

She also was a big fan of a love bite.  When she really liked you, she would want to thank you for petting her, and would just bit your hand…and it would hurt like hell.  But, she loved you.

My hope is that she is now in kitty heaven with her brother, Bailey, who we lost earlier this year.  Hopefully the two of them are rolling around in catnip and getting into some good cat fights.

RIP my sweet kitty girl…..