Last weekend, we said goodbye to our long-time furry friend, Shadow. Mr. B and I picked up this little black furball from the pound in the summer of 1998. Since then, she's been a good companion, bird catcher and thrill seeker. But she'd never been a particularly stout kitty.
Recently, she'd been losing weight and growing increasingly surly. A couple of weeks ago she got involved heavily with some chocolate and that weekend we thought she was going to call life quits. But with the help of canned cat food (a luxury around here) and some TLC she pulled through.
Last weekend, however, she took a sudden turn for the worse, and passed away within ours of her apparent downturn. She died in my arms Sunday morning at the stroke of 9 while the girls and Mr. B were at church.
The girls held a funeral for her. E made a nice wreath to place on her grave.