My beloved kitty is gone....
She was 18 years old and I had her for 12 of those years. She was a wonderful, gorgeous little creature, my little angel. A few months ago I had a minor surgery, and when I came home and went up to bed, she came with me and stayed with me right there on the bed all day long.
She was very VERY loved....
She had a few kinds of cancer in the end, had survived quite a number of close calls and pulled through much to the surprise of the vet. She was a real fighter. I think she went through about 12 or 13 lives, much more than 9...But in the end, she started building up fluids in her abdomen and may have had a ruptured gall stone, and had a severe infection that just wasn't treatable.
I'm already haunted by her missing footsteps....
(and no, Tuna Breath was not her real name....she just loved to come by after eating some tuna and say hello....with her tuna breath....)