Remembering Mittens 🌈
We got this calico Mittens in 1997. She was the best cat you could ask for and was 6 momths old. She and my brother (pictured with her around his neck) were best friends. She would wait for him to come home from school on the back of the couch, bat at him and then they'd take off and chase each other. As she got old, she had a couple of strokes but my brother and I nursed her back to health each time. Then, in 2013, he found her dead on the basement floor. We wrapped her in her favorite flannel from her basket, held a small funeral (we each just said something nice about her) and buried her in the pet cemetery behind my parents house. For a few months I swore I felt her brush against my legs and would look down only to remember she was gone. It's been 13 years since she passed and it still hurts a little bit. Some animals will stay with you forever 💔 🌈