Her name was pants. She got up, and fell over, she couldn't walk anymore. She was limp when i tried to pick her up. She came to us in the night 13 years ago. She was blue black, and had celery green eyes. She was fucking awesome. She used to jump up on the christmas dinner table and roll onto her back, and look over at everyone that way. There are too many cool stories to list. We just got back from the emergency, with our empty cat carrier. Ain't life grand sometimes, right?
Thank you everyone who commented/is commenting. I am trying to personally thank everyone. If I miss someone, I apologize. Pants and I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you!