My beautiful kitty, Autumn was killed by getting run over by a car yesturday evening. And the dates at the top is not a typo, she was 18 years old. When I told some of my younger friends that I have a cat older then them, I wasn't lying. I hate the bastard who ran her over. She's been around vehicles her entire life, and i know for a fact that she didn't just 'run under the tire.' It pains me to think about what was going through her mind. She was everything awesome. Diva, Queen, and Beautiful descibed her personality perfectly.
I don't if anyone thinks that I am over-reacting. She wasn't 'just a cat' she's been part of my life for 18 of my 20 years here. She was my best friend, my phsycologist, and my baby. She always listened to me, and in weird ways she always gave me advice.
Do me a favor, and either hug a kitty, or kick a tire in memory of my baby kitty. I love her so much, and the only comfort that I have is that she's with my other beautiful kitty, Lucky, who died last summer.
I love you girl
Awww...I know what you mean about having an old kitty. My kitty pepper was 23 when she passed away last August. Hang in there<3
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