This is Zima. She was the love of my life. She brought happiness into my life every day. She was more like a dog than a cat, she would go on hikes with me on a leash. She greeted me every morning and every time I came home. She played fetch, and hide and seek. Her mother was my parent’s cat, when she was born she was all white, so we named her Zima, it means winter in Russian. She was the only kitten that survived and actually was not breathing at first, but we brought her back to life.
She loved being outside and climbing trees, she always came home and slept with us at night. A few days ago though, she didn’t come back, we found her on the side of the road killed by a car. It was the saddest day of my life, she was the most beautiful cat I had ever seen, she was so feminine. The way she walked, talked and anything else she did was so poised and articulated. Everyone thought she was the coolest cat they had ever seen.
I miss her dearly, and I always wanted to enter her into competitions. So now I am.