It's a sad evening here as my husband and I realize that our sweet kitty is very sick... and that tomorrow she will go to the vet, most likely never to return home.
Not having kids, our kitties became our children... and got all the attention and love a beloved child would have.
Yep, spoiled kitties here.
A year ago, due to diabetes, we had to put down our sweet RowdyGirl Kitty. It broke our hearts... including the SqueakersCat, who got lonely for her sister.
Squeakers got a little neurotic... and a lot more attached to my husband. Lately, she's been attached to me, too.
Squeakers has had a lot of nicknames over the years...
Baby Good Morning Kitty
Squeaker T. Beast (T stands for "the")
Whatever we've called her, she's known we were talking to her and loving her.
When she started losing weight, we thought it was the heat and weather. When she hid under the bed, we thought she missed my husband when he went back to work. Were we just blind?
Now, it's obvious that she is sick.
And tomorrow is heartbreakingly NOT looking good for this home team.