My precious angel, Kitty Milo McSorley-Bonekovic, left me today, peacefully in my arms, just like he came into the world 15 years ago.

It breaks my heart to share such a sad photo, but even at 5.5 pounds compared to the 23 pound hunter he used to be, you can see the love and devotion this little man nurtured me with for most of my life up until his very last strained breath. I refused to put him down when the Vet said to last Saturday because Kitters wasn't ready yet. But today he was. I picked him up with his 15 year old Teddy Bear, and he tucked his face in me lifelessly with one are around his baby, so we went to the doctor where my sweet furbaby was sent to the angels in my arms. I'm only able to share since Chris medicated me, so I probably won't be around for a while.

Wretched pain - makes no sense, does it?

Yah, she is probably over it.

And why do people call their animals "furbabies?" I have cats but I would never refer to them as furbabies even though I don't have children. My pets are animals, specifically cats, who live with me and my husband. They are not my children. I love animals and find them very interesting but not at all childlike.