Four months to the day and it still hurts. Miss you, Izzy.
The first photo was the last I'd ever take of my little girl. Izzy was hit hard by cancer earlier this year. She developed a tumor in her intestines and the cells spread throughout her inner organs. At fourteen she was still as playful as a kitten and in great health, but when she stopped eating and rapidly lost weight it was already too late.
I spent the last two weeks of her life staying in my ex-wife's apartment where she lived, and Izzy spent every night sleeping on top of me on an air mattress. She was too weak to jump up onto the bed. On the final morning she got a Churu, which she couldn't finish, and we sat on the small patio together. I still miss my special little girl. She brought more joy into my life than she ever knew and was the only reason I got out of bed on some days.
RIP Izzy Puff (Feb 29 2012-Apr 20 2026)
Edit: Thank you all for the responses. It means a lot to have so many kind people sharing support.