She passed away about an hour or so ago. She had cancer the size of a ping-pong ball by her stomach. She died at home in my mom's arms after spending the whole day in her arms or my brother's.
She was 13 and a Queen who could stare you down like any stern woman.
She liked to pull down my or my brother's baseball caps and rub her cheek on the brim.
She would take pens out of the desk holder and after carrying them around the house for awhile, drop the pens on the floor.
After my mom or anyone would finish a bowl of cereal (in a big latte mug), she would delicately dip her paw into the leftover milk and then lick the milk off her paw.
Like I said, she was a Queen.
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So sorry, honey - I went through the same thing this summer. It really sucks.
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