|Rest in Peace my sweet, Pretty. 1999 - 2014|
I've had her since I was 18 years old, even before my oldest son was born. Initially she was a shy and timid girl. But later, after her brother moved out - he moved in with a neighbor of mine, she came out of her shell and was a very sweet, loving cat. She dealt with my three children, all while they were growing and learning how to treat animals. She was very patient with some ear/tail pulling, picking up and rough hugs. She would make squeaks and this face, like help me please. Lol. But she never would scratch them.
I've always been a cat lover. After having to give up my orange tabby, Morris at the age of 13 to the shelter... I told myself, I would never get a cat again unless I knew that I could keep it for their entire life. And Pretty was the cat, I was blessed to have. I truly hope she did not suffer and that she had an awesome cat life with me.
|A gift from friends in her memory.|
I'm sure Romeo is fine... just look at this picture. Although prior to Pretty dying, he would never of sat up there on the couch that long or even allowed a cover on him. Now I feel overly cautious with him. He's 8 years old and now considered a senior. It makes me want to go take him to the vet, get all those blood tests and make sure he's okay.
Its strange... without her around anymore.