We got Fancy when I was about 4 years old. Right from the start, she was a sassy, confident cat but still loving and sweet. My father said he didn't want a cat, but he ended up spoiling her with treats and love, not to mention letting her sleep in his bed. When I was real little she would hop into the bathtub with me, and play with the bath toys. She wasn't always sweet, but even than she was just being herself. Sometimes, she would hide behind furniture, and then when someone walked by she would attack their feet. I miss her, despite not being too close to her. I feel like their was something I could've done. Maybe if I gave her the same amount of love I gave her brother (we got him the year after we got Fancy, his name is Patches.) she would still be here. I know I shouldn't feel bad for not really connecting to her specifically, but I still feel like garbage. I feel like I picked favorites, and she knew that, I just wish I could've spent more time with her.

If you read all this, thank you. I just needed to vent.