| Yesterday I lost my sweet kitty, Mo. It was her 18th birthday. I didn’t have Moira for very long- I adopted her last June- but she enriched my life in so many ways. She was the best napping buddy a girl could ask for and always made coming home from a long day enjoyable. I’ve had depression and anxiety since I can remember, but Mo made me feel loved regardless of my mental state. She had pretty advanced kidney disease when I adopted her and it got worse over time. Eventually it’s what did her in. I loved her with my whole heart and I hope she knew how loved she was in her final months. In her last moments, she seemed so peaceful. I knew nothing would hurt her anymore. Her failing kidneys wouldn’t cause any more distress. She was finally free of any pain. I miss her. Momma loves you, sweet little Mo. |
