I am increasely starting to hate this month. I know it is the month of weddings, Butterfly’s birthday and the start of summer, but this month is not kind to me and my family.

I had to let my kitty go yesterday. She was old. She had tumors. She stopped using the litter box. Still. It sucked. We know when animals come into our lives that more than likely we will outlive them. That means that at some point we may have to make a decision that we do not want to make.

Yesterday I did just that. My kitty Angelina, daughter of Angel and granddaughter of Olive went to kitty heaven. A couple of months ago I noticed she had gained consirable weight. Her stomach was enlarged and I am quite sure she was filled with tumors. I did not take her to the vet because money is tight for me and she was born in 1999. You can do the math. I decided at that point to watch her and let her be comfortable.

Yesterday I discovered she had not used the litter box in two days. She was eating very little. I did not want her to suffer. I was selfish before with our beloved dog, Genie. I decided I would never hold on to an animal again and let them suffer.

I picked her up and took her to the local humane society. I almost turned around as I approached the building. But I knew in the end that would not be the right thing to do. They were very caring and let me spend time with her. I told her I loved her and she was a great cat. And she was.

Love you and miss you Angie.