She used to be my girl

Squishie. Hoochie. Big Gray Girl. She had many nicknames. Our 18-year old matriarch, Sidra, crossed the Rainbow Bridge a week ago today, leaving a gaping hole in our little family.

We adopted Sidra in May 2002 from the Humane Society of the Black Hills in Rapid City, SD. She was supposedly about a year old at the time, and had recently given birth, making her teats a little prominent. Because of this, we named her Sidra, for one of Jerry Seinfeld’s girlfriends on the show, whose breasts were both “real and spectacular.”

We didn’t realize when we brought her home that she had a highly contagious upper respiratory infection, and our resident cats, Sputnik and Biscuit, were behind on their shots. We were rewarded with three sneezing, snotty cats for almost a month.

In her younger days, she was a gorgeous, plush, gray shorthair who appeared to have some Russian blue in her genetic makeup.

Photo of a gray cat with gold eyes

She almost always looked grumpy, even when she was purring happily, being cuddled in our arms or on a lap.


Regardless of that, she was a very good-natured, tolerant cat, toward Loving Husband and I, anyway.

Photo of blonde man and gray cat asleep on green couch

(You wouldn’t believe how many photos I have of Loving Husband asleep with one or more of our pets.)

Sidra never once clawed or bit me, like all our other cats have at one time or another. She was very, very tolerant.

Photo of gray cat laying on side with toys on top

Most of the time, she was a terrible bully to her sister, Nemo–but she was capable of sharing at times.

Photo of two cats on a lap   Two cats on a lap

She was such a bully, in fact, that we came very close to rehoming her a couple times. It’s very painful to remember that in the context of losing her last week. Words cannot express how thankful I am that it never came to pass.

To a lesser extent, she also bullied our former boys, Sputnik and Biscuit. But they weren’t as easily intimidated as Nemo.

photo of two cats and a box

Even though she didn’t actively bully Chai,

Photo of two cats on stairs

he was, nonetheless, well aware of his place in the pecking order.

The dogs she simply ignored.

Sidra & Rye Lee

She was the only one of our four-legged crew who lived in all five houses we owned from 2001 till now.  In February 2007, she moved to Harrisburg, PA, with Loving Husband, who moved there four months ahead of the rest of us to start his new job, while I stayed behind in Rapid City to sell our house.

Photo of blonde man and gray cat

Sidra loved being carried around in a laundry basket, with or without laundry in it:

Photo of gray cat in a white plastic laundry basket

She was about 14 lbs. at her heaviest, so laundry could be a serious workout at times–especially since our washer and dryer were never on the main level.

She really, really loved being in the laundry basket.

Photo of three cats laying on a bed with a dark pink cover. one cat is in a laundry basket.

Lounging in the sunshine was also a favorite activity.

Photo of a gray cat laying in a sunny window near a pot of cactus.   Photo of gray cat and pug dog laying in sunshine

Like every one of our pets, Sidra brought us more laughter, love and joy than we could ever have imagined when we first brought her home. She was a gift to us from a loving Universe, and I will miss her every single day, like I do Sputnik, Biscuit and Kyllo. I feel confident in my belief of what happens to humans when they transition back into Nonphysical–as explained by Abraham-Hicks–but I don’t understand as well what happens to our pet-children. I don’t see any reason, though, why they can’t also be part of my Posse.

I do know this: the Universe is telling me that she’s okay, and her energy is still very much present, as evidenced by this link a friend sent two days after she died:

Photo a black cat from a humane society web page

According to my friend, this cat has already been adopted.  Sidra is working her magic from behind the scenes.

I like to think she’s found another laundry basket in a patch of sunshine.

11 thoughts on “She used to be my girl

  1. Thanks for sharing this heartfelt story about Sidra. What a blessing to know her thru your writing. Sending love your way. ❤️

  2. Heather, this post is beautiful.Thank you for sharing. It is a wonderful thing how deeply our pets can burrow inside our hearts. Laurie

  3. Oh cuz, I am so very sorry for your loss. Losing fur babies is extraordinarily difficult, I know. She was a beautiful girl and will forever hold a place in your heart!! Sending hugs. XOOX

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