She was only four and barely left the house but somehow during one short venture out the back door she ingested something she shouldn't have. Of my three cats, she spent the least time outdoors. She wouldn't even eat fresh salmon my dad gave her as a treat yet she must have eaten something she found outdoors. I am absolutely devastated.
She was such a personality. She enjoyed snuggling up to me or waking me up with her affectionate headbuts. She had the most adorable little meow, always greeting me in the morning or when I came home from work. And, despite being a pain in the butt when it came to de-fleaing, her grunts and growls to show how displeased she was were very cute. She will be sadly missed.
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