Bant

Our eldest cat Bant died on March 31st. She was fifteen years old - a sassy tortoiseshell who found us at a shelter in Champaign when she was six months old. She followed us through seven homes, trained us to leave the faucet running, and slept between us every night.

She was named after a Jedi known for agility and friendship, which fit her well. She never used her claws on people, but she had opinions about everything and made sure you heard them.

I’ll miss her warming herself on my laptop and asking for a boost onto my desk for years to come. Aggressive lymphoma took her quickly at the end, and she passed peacefully at home with us.

We built a memorial site for her where you can read more about her life and leave a message if you’d like.

We miss her.