Late 2010 was supposed to be such an exciting time for us. We had just bought our first place together. We finally were going to have more than an 11x10 room to call home and our furbabes were going to have an entire condo to call their own. They were happy and claimed all their spots in the house.
I even bought them all stockings for Christmas. Two years ago today, I lost my very first household pet. The kitty that turned my Dad into a cat person, and the old lady cat who showed the mister who was boss. The old lady cat who told the mister that he would like her and love it. She always planted herself in his lap whether he was studying for a big exam or relaxing to watch a movie.
Miss Kitty was my very first indoor pet, and she took a big part of my heart when we had to help her cross the bridge on 11.24.2010. I never knew the heartache I could feel losing one of my furbabes. Cancer really does suck, and the fact that it touches our defenseless furkids sickens me.
Hug your furbabies tight, love them, play with them, and always seek out the best veterinary care for them. The best thing you can do for them is educate yourself.