We were lucky enough to spend 13 wonderful years with Lily, my sweet (and a little weird) rescue cat. When my now 14 year old son was just 9 months old, my husband and I decided it was time to adopt our first pet together. So much life has happened in those 13 years since we brought her home; we've moved twice, welcomed 2 babies, lost loved ones, and throughout it all Lily was there willing to give a snuggle or a reassuring look.
Lily was a happy cat but she never could purr. In the middle of the night she would loudly meow throughout the house and leave "gifts" for me near my bed. Usually they were just small stuffed animals or toys, but sometimes it was pieces of trash or socks. I used to find it annoying to step on sharp little toys when I'd first get out of bed, but now that she's gone I miss finding those little treasures when I wake up. She wasn't a fan of chicken or cat treats, but if she heard the faint rustling sound of a shredded cheese bag she would come running and meow for just a little bit of cheese. Her favorite place to hangout was in the bottom of our pantry or in my son's room, and it seems strange without her around. No more meowing in the middle of the night, no more little paws on my leg begging me for just a little bit of my lunch, and no more snuggles. My heart breaks thinking she's no longer here and I can't pet her anymore. But after her not wanting to eat and her quality of life being very poor, I didn't want to see her suffer. Lily was put to sleep on October 28, 2019 and we all are grieving the loss of another wonderful, irreplaceable cat.
My wish is that Lily is in heaven running around with Beatrix and eating all the cheese she wants. Rest in Peace my sweet Lily.