Sweet cat Smitty passed away tonight.
I know that she was old, and that her time for living was just over, but it still hurts. I’m sitting here racking my brain trying to remember the last time that I snuggled her on the couch with me, or the last time that I petted her.
While I love to joke about how the cats are bi-polar, Smitty really wasn’t like the other two. She could be skittish, but she always loved being petted and held.
I remember the first time I saw her, back when D and I first started dating. She was so small that at first I thought she was a rabbit! She was running across the floor, and she even hopped a little because one of her paws was messed up! She couldn’t have weighed more than 4 or 5 lbs.
I remember the first time she sat on my lap to watch TV with me, too. She was a little skittish at first, but she soon curled right up and was purring SO LOUD. We got the biggest kick out of that.
I am going to miss her, but I know that she went to a better place, one where her paw isn’t messed up anymore and she can run and chase without any hindrance. A place where she is not old and sick.
I smile when I picture her at the Rainbow Bridge.
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