I said goodbye to my lovely little girl this morning. I know she's no longer in pain and I know I did the right thing, but my heart is breaking. She was my little Walmart Greeter - always licking the forehead of her sisters every time she walked by them. Every time. She was a tender, gentle little 7 lb. angel.
She was also a bit of a scamp. Cleo doesn't like to be touched, so when she would be in Cali's favorite place on the cat tree, Cali would jump up on the nearest level and lightly touch Cleo. Of course Cleo would growl and jump down, and Cali would take her place, happy as a clam.
A few nights ago when I went to bed, she crawled up on top of me, put her arm around my neck and laid her little face next to mine. It was the sweetest thing ever and I'll always remember it.
holding hands with her sister, watching a scary movie with me
on the left, trying to look innocent when I caught them wrestling
Trying to convince me that this teeny, tiny cat bed will be just fine, thank you