Spot was my best friend and to lose her was a unforgetable pain. My cat before had a litter of 3 and Spot was among them. I took crae of her and kept her close to my heart. 2 years had passed and she had a litter of 3. Her mom "Fluffy" had to help care for the kits because Spot had no clue. We then kept one of her kits, "Simba." Another 2 years had passed and things were great until a tragic day came. We were pulling into the driveway and we saw blood on the garage door. My heart stopped when I saw my cat's body curled up in the corner. We rushed her ot the hospital but no luck came. The choices were she could be put down or lose a leg. And as you know every owner wants whats best for their pet. And I knew Spot couldnt climb trees or catch birds anymore. So I made the choice to put her down. Before leaving though I told her that I will see her again and that her son Simba will never take her place but will help fill part of the gap. She was never forgotten or never will be.

Love,

Peyton