nekare

My kitty is gone. She'd been doing so well that I truly expected her to last at least some months with us, but she started having trouble breathing again during the weekend, and by today she was hardly eating, and she all she could do was lie around on her good side.

It was so, so painful, but it was time to let her go.

I'm typing this as I cry and cry and cry though. I'm going to miss her so very much. She was the best cat I could ever have hoped for, and she made me so happy while she was here. She was incredibly sweet and lovely, she slept around my head on my pillow for most of her little life, and she used to follow me around and meow at me like saying 'what are you doing up, it's not time to get up yet!'

It's hard to believe I'm never going to see her little serious face after getting back from work again, she would always wait for me on top of the dinning table; or that I'l never feel her kneading on my head at nights again. Or feel her curled up on my feet while I was on the computer.

It's really not fair, she was so young and tiny.