Pepper (1993-2010)
I have never posted here before but I'm so heartbroken over my cat's passing that I've felt the need to memorialize her in what ways I can, so I came across this site.
It was always an adventure having Pepper as a cat. She was always sticking her nose into stuff, making a mess, doing things that no matter how many times "no" was told to her, she'd do them anyway. But underneath it, she was such a good-hearted, loving, spunky cat. She was the first one to greet me at the door when I came home, the first one to greet me when I woke up in the morning. If she saw a leg or an ankle available, she'd run up and give it a good rub. She definitely was the life of the party.
Pep had a list of stuff that went wrong with her over the final two years of her life -- bad kidneys, bad heart, bad thyroid, trouble going to the bathroom, and in the end a tumor was discovered in her bladder, and I think that was what became too much for her. But she fought hard to get through it and kept her happy-go-lucky attitude every step of the way until her final days. She's been in my life since she was just a kitten but it was over this two-year period when I fought to keep her going that I really became so much more attached to her than before, and when the day finally came (Oct. 29) to say goodbye, my heart broke into a million pieces. It'll be a while before I can put it back together again.
I already miss her so much. Even though I have another cat who's the world's biggest sweetheart, it seems empty around here without Pepper stirring things up. Goodnight Pepster... you'll never be forgotten.
Thank you for reading, and my heart goes out to everyone else here who has lost their loved ones.
I have never posted here before but I'm so heartbroken over my cat's passing that I've felt the need to memorialize her in what ways I can, so I came across this site.
It was always an adventure having Pepper as a cat. She was always sticking her nose into stuff, making a mess, doing things that no matter how many times "no" was told to her, she'd do them anyway. But underneath it, she was such a good-hearted, loving, spunky cat. She was the first one to greet me at the door when I came home, the first one to greet me when I woke up in the morning. If she saw a leg or an ankle available, she'd run up and give it a good rub. She definitely was the life of the party.
Pep had a list of stuff that went wrong with her over the final two years of her life -- bad kidneys, bad heart, bad thyroid, trouble going to the bathroom, and in the end a tumor was discovered in her bladder, and I think that was what became too much for her. But she fought hard to get through it and kept her happy-go-lucky attitude every step of the way until her final days. She's been in my life since she was just a kitten but it was over this two-year period when I fought to keep her going that I really became so much more attached to her than before, and when the day finally came (Oct. 29) to say goodbye, my heart broke into a million pieces. It'll be a while before I can put it back together again.
I already miss her so much. Even though I have another cat who's the world's biggest sweetheart, it seems empty around here without Pepper stirring things up. Goodnight Pepster... you'll never be forgotten.
Thank you for reading, and my heart goes out to everyone else here who has lost their loved ones.
