Cathy was my big sister. She was my protector, my idol, my enemy, my friend, my heart.
Cathy was a gentle soul, who never raised her voice in anger. She kept her deepest, darkest feelings to herself. She wasn't able to share the weaknesses that she kept to herself until it killed her.
Cathy loved animals and we always had plenty of pets while growing up together. Our parents are great animal lovers too.
For the last 20 years of her life, Cathy lived on the outskirts of town with her beloved dog, Angel, who she had for 13 years. There were several more dogs and many cats over the years, all of which, she loved. But Angel was her soulmate.
Cathy lost Angel not even 2 years before she herself passed away. She had grieved for her every day.
We tried to help her over Angel's passing but she mostly suffered in silence, as she did when she started having terrible pain and unexplainable changes inside herself.
We only knew she was really sick 45 days before we lost her. It was a shock, even after we saw how sick she was. By the time she had to be taken to the hospital, nothing could be done. She never woke up again. We didn't get to say Good-Bye.
I have felt my sister near me in these almost 4 years and I do take some comfort in knowing that she knew I loved her very much.
I miss her every day and I probably always will.
Love, Carol your baby sister