posted on Jul, 20 2015 @ 11:39 AM
I just had my beloved cat, a torti, named Mary Belle, called "The Beast", put down. She was 15. And while I christened her The Beast, she was
anything but a beast. When I got married she went with me, but every trip to my parents I packed her up and toted her around! She eventually went back
to live with my parents, where she couldn't be constantly annoyed by my little ones. I worried that she would not do well with little children, but
she never hurt one of them. She was always mild tempered to the kids, which made me love her all the more! I visit my parents often, 3-4 times a week.
I saw the Beast frequently.
This morning I took her to the vet, held her and loved her as she took her last breath!