My family had to put Abbey the cat down yesterday.
She was 16 years old.
When she was a kitten, she'd sleep in my bed if my parents didn't know.
She'd curl up on my lap while I studied and wrote essays in French.
She loved having her tail pulled.
She was the best mouser.
In her later years, my Dad was her person.
I can't imagine the farm without her scratchy meow.
We'll miss you Miss Abbey-Cat.
She was 16 years old.
When she was a kitten, she'd sleep in my bed if my parents didn't know.
She'd curl up on my lap while I studied and wrote essays in French.
She loved having her tail pulled.
She was the best mouser.
In her later years, my Dad was her person.
I can't imagine the farm without her scratchy meow.
We'll miss you Miss Abbey-Cat.
3 comments:
Oh, I'm sorry Jill.
Awww. Good bye, Abbey! Sorry to hear, Jill.
(your mom doesn't look too impressed in the photo) ;)
Oh dear. I'm sorry to hear that. My parents had to put Elmer down this spring too. :(
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