2002 - 2013
I had to put down my cat Bubbles tonight. Eleven years ago I literally watched her be born (her name is from when she was born she spit little bubbles out of her mouth) and it only made this so much harder. She was the nicest cat I’ve ever had and deserved so much more. But I’ve know this was coming—she was diagnosed with cancer back in July and the vet gave her some weeks, maybe two months tops. Since then both Nate and I have given her all the attention and love we could. The fact that she’s lived a whole five months is more than I could ask for.
That’s the kind of cat she was. They gave her two months and she took five.
I’ll miss you. 8(