We had to say goodbye to Cho-cho on the morning of New Year's Eve. She had terribly scarred lungs, and not so great kidneys, and she had pretty much stopped eating.
I found her on the street in front of my house about 15 years ago. She was adorable. She looked like a kitten up to the end. She slept on my arm almost every night, and nestled her head under my chin and stretched her paws out under my neck, and then she'd purr with a big smile on her face.
She was so agile and light, she'd jump up and hit the light switch on the wall. Her name was Japanese for butterfly, and that described her pretty well.
I am really going to miss her.
Sheep Cyclone
12 years ago