Dear Cat, (Deborah’s nickname) Wednesday the 3rd of March 2021 was the worst day of our lives. Four days prior, we sat on your patio chatting. Like a cat you sat; back arched, neck stretched, head tilted, face towards the sun, lapping up the warmth, soaking up the sunshine. I always said you were a cat, blessed with nine lives; bushfires, lightning, break-ins, threats involving knives, a screwdriver and even an AK47 – so many threatening ordeals but we were always together, always a hope of a way out and we always survived. Wednesday the 3rd of March was the worst day of my life because there was no hope of a way out. Your strength, your determination – I could not have asked for more. I knew I had to let you go. Deborah, you were free range, brought up on sunshine and space, you were just happy to have survived the Rhodesian Civil War. Some people are miserable, you were happy, some are weak, you were strong, some take, you gave, some people only have a shot glass half empty, you had a tankard, a pitcher which overflowed with enough for everyone. Deborah, you were beautiful on the inside and you were beautiful on the outside. Deborah, thank you for always protecting me, thank you for what you have taught me and thank you for always being part of my life - It has been an honour and I have been truly blessed. Shamwari famba zvakanaka tichazoonana. Uchagara uri mukoma wangu uey shamwari yangu yepamoyo nekusingaperi. (See you later my friend. You will always be my number one sister, you will always be my number one best friend). Lots of love, hugs and kisses your sister Anita XX