When I was 11 years old I got to get a kitten. My Aunt Jerry had a litter and I was allowed to pick one. I picked my baby Purrty. He was a black and whit little furry friend. I spent years of my life playing with him, him sleeping on my head, waking up to the sound of him trying to eat plastic. 3 weeks ago I had him put to sleep. He was suffering from pancreatitis and liver disease. He was 8 lbs, but showed no other signs besides weight loss. Then he just couldn't do it anymore I guess. He was in my life more than he was out. I miss him everyday. I almost can't bare life without him. He was my baby.
Purrty was a beautiful kitty, I love his little black nose. It's so hard when they let us know "it's time". I know you miss him so much, but you did the right thing. Take comfort in the fact that he is healthy and whole and playing waiting until you see him again. Believe me, he's got plenty of new friends at RB. 18 yrs shows how much love and care he got. RIP Purrty 
