My cat, Lovey, was euthanized today. She had fatty liver failure. The hospital did everything they could for her, but she was too far gone. She was a beautiful and sweet girl. She was my rescue kitty. I was given her after she'd been found on the town rifle range as a kitten, with a bullet hole through the scruff of her neck. She was patchy marmalade tabby, and white. She had golden eyes, and the tips of her ears curled back ever so slightly, like a pixie's. When she was agitated or thinking the tip of her tail with twitch like a furry rattlesnake. She was a mouser too. You could tell when she was thinking or trying to be careful of things...she'd move ever so slowly and carefully, so as to not step on any tender spots on laps. She loved laps, and me. Her partner, Merlin, is lost right now, and so am I. I miss her terribly right now, and haven't been able to stop crying. She was stubborn and had some things she refused to quit doing, even though she got in to trouble for it. Like eating my bathrobe. I'd give her a hundred if she were with us, healthy and happy again.
Current Location: with a box of tissues
Current Mood: sad