In honor of DoeDoe

I think my kitty is dying. A wave of sadness washes over me. I see the liquid memories stream down her ever shining eyes. Her frail and slim torso sits lifelessly on the chair. Only sorrow still exists she stares. The food pellets has not be touched for weeks and the bowl of milk sits motionless, not a drop is missing. I'm actually really sad..more so than i'd ever expect. I've had her for a good 7yrs. I loved harassing her when she was younger...chasing her around the house...testing to see if cats can REALLY land on their feet under all circumstances..and then get surprised by her as she jumped out of a corner. She's so smart and so pretty.

Pout + Tear