Her name was Kitsy Qatl Jenkens. She was named after the a shape-changing god because of her mood swings, and Ms. Jenkins from In Living Color, since no one had a bad thing to say about her. She was somewhere between 18 and 19 years old (I don’t know exactly when she was born, I got her when she was a couple of months old).
I’ve known for months that she was getting slower and weaker and more unsteady, but she never appeared to be in any pain. She stopped eating her solid food about three weeks ago, but I found food that she would eat. But yesterday and today, nothing. I actually though she was dead earlier this evening – I went looking for her after not seeing her all day, and her body was distinctly cool to the touch. But when I grabbed her to pull her out from under the edge of the bed, she raised her head and gave me an annoyed look. So I left her alone, and thought maybe she felt so cool because she was almost directly underneath the window AC unit.
And now she’s dead.