Post Published on September 27, 2010 | Last Updated on July 8, 2021 by Jenny
Sonora, My Very Funny Girl
Sonora was a blue-mitted Ragdoll; that is, until she left to join me later, someday on Rainbow Bridge. This happened in January of this year. She was not quite seven years old at the time, when she died suddenly without any signs or symptoms of what was to come. I had enjoyed her company and loved her dearly for nearly two years. During that time she had gone from my newly adopted furr baby, to my dearest remembrance forever. I miss her every day. It is always painful to write or speak of her, even six months after her death.
Sonora was a typical Ragdoll in many ways, but also unique in many more. She greeted me at the door every time I came home, she followed me around the house—never letting me out of sight, and she loved to snuggle near me anywhere I sat. However, she was not a lap cat, but she did like always being close by. Don’t pet me; don’t hold me; don’t bother me, just leave me alone, and I will love you in my own way– that was how it always was with my Sonora. It may seem odd to some that with all of those very independent characteristics that I would have fallen so in love with her, but I did. It was no doubt in part because of her disarming beauty and amazing silky coat. She also had one of those lion-manes of longer hair around her neck that made her distinctive from many of the other ragdolls.
She was a very funny, total, every-morning wake-up cat. She would jump up on me at first-light, walk around and knead my chest until I paid attention to her. She didn’t want anything, she just wanted me to wake up and see that it was daylight. My wife didn’t like any of that, and she would pull the covers over her head to avoid having Sonora pester her in the morning, as my wife is typically a late sleeper.
Sonora loved confined spaces, and the picture of her sitting in a Softsoap box seemed just too fitting. My how she did love boxes.
Sonora was my first Ragdoll cat. I now own three others, each of whom is distinctive and lovable in their own ways. However, it seems we never get over our first-love, and so it is was with my lovely, adorable Sonora.