My precious cat, Mars, was put down this evening. It was the right thing to do; she was about 15-16 years old and had cancer. She had lost so much weight, and refused to eat anymore. •
At one point in my life, she meant the world to me. She helped me through some of my darkest nights, loved me through the worst of my eating disorders, just by being there. She never left my side. Always wanting to cuddle, always purring. •
My most precious memories of her are the nights where I would wake up in the middle of the night, and I had somehow placed my head on her, using her as a pillow. She never cared; she purred away happily. That was my favorite lullaby.
My second favorite memory is whenever I’d come home from school, and as soon as she heard my voice, she was rubbing her entire body against the stair railing, meowing at me from upstairs. She would talk and talk as she made her way down the stairs to me.
My last favorite memory was whenever I was in the bathroom, talking a shower, she would wait on the edge of my bed for me. As soon as I’d come back into the bedroom, she’d look up at me and just start talking away. It always made me smile.
Thank you, kitty, for all the smiles and laughs. Thank you for all the memories. There were some really dark nights that I don’t how I would’ve made it through them without you. I loved you so much.
4 years. Damn. Can you believe it? Four years with this amazing girl and I got to spend the entire weekend with her. I love you so much babe. Thank you for all the amazing moments we’ve spent together and thank you for all the moments that will come ❤️ #happyanniversary#iloveyou