This will likely be the most ineloquent and inarticulate excuse for a statement I ever make here. At least I hope so. I honestly can’t see straight long enough to type a long, thought out, styled statement.


My baby, the cat I have had for over 7 years now, that I nursed to health and cared for when she almost lost her leg, who has cheered me up through thick and thin ever since, who would nip at my fingers when I pet her, has died in the last couple days. My split-eared little Mama Cat, my Brown Eyes.


We were told a cat was run over, but didn’t know which one. then my cat didn’t show up. And didn’t show up. And finally this morning, when she didn’t come for breakfast, I broke down. I have been crying on and off for the last couple hours now., because I know for sure now that it was her. I knew it before, but I just wouldn’t give up hope she was was just wandering around a bit. But…yeah. I know.


I just hope that where-ever she is now is better, that she is better off, that she no longer has any pain (from her leg years ago, since i know it still hurt her some and there was never anything I could do to make it better).