My sweet baby girl. I got her when she was eight weeks old. Today is her one year anniversary so I thought what better way to mourn than to memorialize. She was my first pet, I got here a few weeks after I moved into my first apartment after college. We were inseparable. She was there for me through so much in her short three years of life. So full of energy, she had the best zoomies at night. My mom would get her the loudest toys, she enjoyed playing with all of them; she had her own meow box subscription. Spoiled absolutely rotten. She loved to lay on her back and just stare at me. She loved me so much. I was her person and she was my soul cat. Around year one and a half is when the behavior issues started. Medications didn’t help, pheromones did nothing but put off the inevitable. Three days before her third birthday, my girl ended up having to be put down for her behaviors. I kiss her urn multiple times a week, I cried and apologized more times than I could count but I have to remind myself that she is no longer hurting. Death is not the end, I am not sad. Just disappointed I could not do more for her.