Hannah. She joined our family about 11 years ago. Hannah had lost a lot of weight and was beginning to show her age. This weekend we knew something was wrong. This particular day, I noticed Hannah had trouble walking. She stumbled in the kitchen, my husband had seen her too. We glanced at each other.We were worried, but said nothing. Later in the day Hannah wanted to go outside. It was a cold, dreary day, but hoping the fresh air would make her feel better, we let her out.
An hour or so later my husband went outside to check on her. He had found her in our back hedgerow, she wasn’t doing too good. He told me I’d better go outside and say goodbye. It had just started snowing, but I didn’t care. I knew what I needed to do.Holding back the tears I walked out to where she was. I hated seeing her like this.She had always been such an energetic cat. I picked her up and brought her back in the house. She felt so weak and old. I set her on the bed in our computer room-a place she often slept. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. I quietly pet her and felt a small, faint purr. I felt a little better. I will always remember that energetic, young kitten that loved to sit on my shoulder.
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