|Anna's favorite place to sleep |
was on my pillow.
When I got married and moved with my new husband to our home in the northwest Chicago suburbs, Anna adjusted quickly. We had no idea how sick she would become. After being diagnosed with high blood pressure and diabetes, she lived another year. Eventually her little body gave out and we made our final trip to the veterinarian's office. With one small injection, she laid her head in my hand and was gone. Even now nearly a year later, the pain is still very raw. She was a wonderful friend who lived to be nearly 19 years old - pretty old for a shelter cat.
|Our baby, Jackson.|