In October of 2001, I went to the San Jose (California) Animal Shelter with the intention of adopting a male orange tabby kitten.
I left with an adult female calico cat.
Gypsy had a ton of health issues throughout her life, was prone to getting overstimulated if you petted her too much, and tried very hard to be the most invasive creature in the house.
She got to live in a ton of different houses in two countries, and had a lot of friends, some of whom she loved, and some of whom she hated.
Other than being somewhat quieter (and hyperthyroid, which was well managed), Gypsy was in great shape until earlier today, where she went downhill rapidly and died about an hour ago.
As she was an adult when she came home, we don’t know how old she was — probably somewhere between 15 and 17.
It was a good, long life, and she was a fun companion for the past twelve and a half years.
Good bye, Gypsy.