We met 14.5 years ago..... one month after I graduated from the academy....at a little place called the Cat Practice in New Orleans. She was the most tiny and timid of the bunch.... she was the one I had to 'save'. I brought her home knowing I had a new best friend. If a cat really does have nine lives, she certainly did: New Orleans (2 apartments), Coupeville, Clinton, Montana, Pensacola, Silverdale, Pensacola and Maryland....I counted-- that's 9. That little kitty made every military move with us-- what a trooper she was. Ok, so she would hide behind the refrigerator before leaving our houses and hide under every pet-friendly hotel bed enroute to our new home, but she endured. I know she felt the stress of every changing situation and this is one reason we could not put her through another one.....that and the cancer. Over the past six months, we have watched our little girl lose weight, lose energy and lose her zest for life. The time had come to ease her pain and let her leave us with dignity. It was the hardest decision we've ever had to make. It's hard to do something you don't want to do but do it anyway because you feel it's the 'right' thing to do. We'll miss her every moment of every day. Schlaf gut, mie madla. Ich liebe dich.
