More bones for the kitty garden
1996-2010
Fourteen years old, she was my mother's cat and as anyone who has ever been to my house knows, quite possibly the sweetest cat you will ever meet; all about laps and pets and sleeping in your lap and just all around a good, good companion.
In my heart of hearts, she's back with my mother where she always belonged.
I wasn't ready for this one. I thought she needed antibiotics, maybe... but this was bigger than I could handle.
But I'm going to miss her, damnit.