My old kitty crossed the rainbow bridge this morning. She was not quite 17, young for a cat in my home. But still a lot of memories. Found her at the playground when my daughter was two. She took over the household, bossing everyone around. Her favorite times were when I was in the kitchen cooking, to get tastes, and to sit on my lap when I settled on the couch. She went to bed with me and woke up with me daily, until last week when Kitty Kitty moved her litter into my bedroom. This did not suit my old kitty at all! She never came in again until this morning, with her sadly labored breathing, to tell me it was time. With a heavy heart, I was at the vet's door before they opened today. It was a smooth trip over the bridge. She was down to five pounds, and had stopped eating and drinking two days ago. I sat up with her until 2am last night, and went to bed very sad. She was cancerous,and lungs filled with fluid, so the end was near. I miss my old kitty. We had many memories together, but I am grateful to have the stray Kitty Kitty and her four rambunctious kittens in my life today. A new era will start. I shall cherish the memories my "boss" cat and I shared.
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