To Kolohe

Here's a toast to Kolohe. She loved her mama for 18 years and her mama loves her still. She was a faithful companion through all the transformations that come from going from girl to woman.

Her name means "troublemaker" in Hawaiian, but she's an angel now. By definition a scrappy girl, she had a stroke and shook it off, she stared down diabetes and told it to screw itself for 4 years. Boxer of ears, eater of Fancy Feast, intent watcher of birds, she fought one helluva fight. She never gave up, but your body will only take you so far before you have to leave it behind.

She left us knowing she was loved. I know, because I told her. We'll miss you, Kosti. We love you, Kristy.