We had to put Diamond to permanent sleep at Christmas time. Both of us were heartbroken. She is now buried on our place underneath a new tree, a Live Oak. Hope the tree makes it.
Diamond's last portrait, taken Dec. 22, 2014 with her brother Butch, the black and white. Best of Friends. He adored her. He also showed us where she had hidden on her last day in our house, a scene forever embedded in my mind.
The following is my favorite of the two when they were just 5 weeks old, Dec 1, 2012.
I've taken many pictures of her over the past two years so will always have those to jog my memory of her antics and beauty. Sometimes I called her my tomboy because she was such a determined cat and willing to do as much if not more than her brothers did. Always wanted to be on her own 4 feet when investigating anything or going anyplace. Once she even tried to figure out how to get a zipper to move so she could get inside a garment bag. So cute, but her little paws just couldn't get that zipper to move.
She was the first of the litter to start cleaning herself, well before her eyes opened at 10 days. She also cleaned any kitten sleeping by her at the time, taking after her mother, Goldie.
The following is a filtered photo of her at 7 months old, sleeping in a doll chair. Loved the pose.