In June of 1994, I met a six week old “Skywalker.” This cat saw me and immediately climbed up my pantleg and shirt and went to sleep on my shoulder. What could I do? I came back a week later and took her home. For the next 20+ years, she completely dominated my life, and I admired her self-esteem and will. She insisted I do her bidding. And she preferred my company to any other. An outdoor cat for 13 years, she made it home most nights to sleep near me, sometimes in the same room, often very nearby. As the years went by, she became more and more dependent on my. I was her world. What a responsibility I felt! Over the last three years, I (along with her Aunt Robin and Uncle Guy) was her caretaker. What devotion I felt towards her and she to me. She passed away looking at me, trying to stay by my side to the last moment. I know there are many “Rosa’s” out there, but I’ll always feel our relationship was “beshert” (meant to be). I have many years to treasure that.