This morning I woke up and went to check on my cat, Tigger, who'd taken to sleeping under my bed, so that was where I looked for her. When I touched her, however, she did not respond, and I didn't feel her breathing. She had passed rather recently before that, probably within the hour, so I wish I'd waken up a bit earlier. I was late for school this morning as I held her for a while, unable to stop crying, and actually have been crying on and off all day. I'm just glad that she seems to have passed in her sleep, without suffering, and that she didn't go through what Rosey did. Wish she hadn't gone through it, either.

Join your sister, Fat Momma. We miss you, and we'll see you <3