We lost Bella on Tuesday.
Our black cat, adopted on Halloween, who we had for 13 years. We were so lucky.
She was our rock. A completely no drama kitty. Ignored vacuums and door bells. Greeted strangers, albeit with caution. Our Emotional Support Pamfer.
Kidneys kill cats, but cancer took Bella.
I'm kind of in the M**********R stage of grief right now. Kinda hating on being the whole "responsible pet owner".
Our previous 3, passed, kitties pretty much set the time and place when they cross the bridge. Triggered by a health crisis. Bella, we had to give a little push. Had to schedule it. Drive her in, talk soothingly to her. "Are you ready?" Ya know what? You're not supposed to bring the carrier home empty.
M**********R
Anyway.
We love you.
Little movie with her and her siblings