So today my cat would have turned 16. I got her for my 9th birthday and I don't know how I would have survived the awful teen years without her...Everytime I was sick she was right there, when I was upset and crying she would sit on my pillow. Poor cat, I tortured her, dressed her up and swaddled her like a baby, would tease her and she would come right back. I had to put her down in January..I acutally spent most of new years eve with her at the emergency vet clinic (thank goodness all my friends are in vet school and I had 'ins' to be able to do that) She was not living with me (poor simon would have prolly attacked her long ago) I couldn't take her to school with me and there was no way my mom was gonna let me take her once I could

The worst part was that my mom blamed simon for it for the longest time, because we didn't realize she was sick until she was face to face with simon one day when we were home and she didn't do anything. She had 'met' him several times before, usually from a distance. That was really hard on me, hearing the blame on my dog and my mom yelling and crying "its all your dogs fault!" Now my mom absolutely loves simon, even though she won't admit it. That cute dobie face will get to her eventually
Just wanted to share my story in rememberance...
R.I.P Quilty 4/23/1990-1/3/2006
"only quilters can cover your heart with love'