|Belle on the left; Tiggre on the right (He's almost 18 years old!)|
Eight years ago on New Year's Eve, the thermometer outside read below 30 degrees. My cousin, sister, and I were hanging out and decided to take Winston for a walk. Little did we know that when we approached the bushes at the end of the driveway we would be adding another fur friend to our family.
Old snow covered the ground, but when Winston started sniffing around, we spotted something white as snow with little eyes and a very pretty face. She was tiny and frightened. We told our parents about the cat in the yard, and with temperatures soaring close to 0 degrees, we decided to bring her in.
After a trip to the vet and days spent waiting to hear if anyone would respond to the posters we hung up saying that we found a cat, no one called. And our house of two cats and a dog became three cats and a dog.
As pretty as she was, she wasn't the most friendly of cats. She didn't like to cuddle, be held, or pet, but she still was part of our family.
Unfortunately, her time here on earth came to an end this week. After a seizure and breaking two bones in her leg, the vet thought she had a brain tumor, so we did what we had to do and let her go. Even though she wasn't the most friendly or loving, it's still hard to lose someone who was part of the fur family. (Pets are people too.)