Last day of my old girl Thunder.
Tuesday morning. My cat Thunder on the left. 14 years old. And the new kitten Junior just over 4 months. Thunder didn’t like any other cats. Stayed in the dining room. She came with me when I moved in with my husband 13 years ago. She came upstairs that morning to drink from the bathroom sink. Like she did. When I lived alone with her. The kitten joined her. Learned a new thing.
Thunder Tuesday evening 8 pm about 6 hours before she passed away. I know this is about people but she was my baby. My first pet on my own. She came upstairs and settled in the pillow outside our bedroom door. She was gone 215 am. I still cry at these two pics since this November. Goodbye my baby.