My mother's cat died today. I don't know what happened...and that cat was...he had the best personality I've ever seen a cat have. He may not have been smart, and he may not have listened, but he was a good cat. The worst part about it was that he was only 2 years old. He hadn't even lived that long. And he was so pretty. My poor mother.
I will always remember how he played fetch, and here I am sitting here crying and I didn't even know him that well since he came in after I moved out. He really became part of the family in a short amount of time. I just wish he would have shown signs of being sick earlier. Maybe he wouldn't have had to...
Anyway, I just needed to share this and get it out of my system.
