I met Tutu on August 16, 2003. I found her in Tokyo, a few days before moving to San Francisco, on a rainy, miserable day. She was tiny. She was yelping under the cover of a bush, obviously alone and lost. I brought her home.
I was desperate because I had 2 cats of my own, but more importantly, I was about to move internationally and could not possibly care for her. Back then blogging was just a budding thing and us Tokyo bloggers had a tight community. I posted about Tutu, and wonderfully, Tracy came to the rescue. And when I said it was meant to be, it really was.
Tutu just passed away. Tracey wrote a beautiful post about her. My heart goes out to Tracey.
Tutu brings back so many lovely Tokyo memories. Now, I am a wife and mama. Tracey too. Katsuo, a huge part of my adult life, has died. Tutu, a symbol of my life in Tokyo just as Dav and I met, is now gone. Life keeps trudging on. It's certainly strange to notice how old I am getting...
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