For those who know me at all you know I have a wonderful cat that I've had for the past 13 years. Though she was not a very social kitty, she warmed up to a few family friends over the years. Never having a sibling growing up, my cat has been a big part of my family.

For the past two years we've had to give her 2 daily shots of insulin to maintain her diabetis. Over the past few months the insulin and diabetis took their toll on my furry little friend. She went from 13 pounds to 7 and was a skelatin of her former self. This past monday after carefully observing her daily we found she was no longer eating or drinking and had no energy or muscle strength to even move her own body.

With every ounce of strength I could find I had to come to terms that she no longer had any quality of life. I couldn't let her suffer silently not being able to tell me what hurt. I made the most painful decision a pet owner can ever make and had her put to sleep yesterday.

It broke my heart to take her out of the only home shes ever known, the only family to ever love her. She never made a sound on the way to the vet, she never cried, she didn't even make a single sound. I layed with her sitting in that exam room for 10 minutes saying my goodbuys before bringing the vet in. As if knowing what was to come next she tried to leap off the table to follow me as I slowly moved out of her view to get the vets attention down the hall. She didn't want me to leave her alone.... and I never did. I layed my head upon hers and spoke to her softly as the vet slowly performed the sedation and euthanasia. Within a madder of moments she was gone and I could feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders.

I had enough love for my Kitty to let her go even though I knew it would hurt me tremendously inside. I'll always have my memories of her and the photos of us together. This was my last photo with her yesterday before we brought her to the vet. I have hundreds of others that were from a better time, but this will be my favorite photo.