My wife wrote this bc I couldn't really get it right (for facebook). Stolen and reposting here
Five years ago, Mike and I realized a cat was living under our porch.
Mike and I take care of a lot of stray cats, feral cats, and some neighborhood cats. We give them all nicknames. We feed them, we worry about them, we report sightings and activity to each other.
It’s important for couples to have a shared hobby.
Every once in a while, one of the cats works its way into our hearts a little deeper than the others. Lily was one of those.
It took six months to earn her trust, coax her inside and get her to the vet. Once inside, Lily turned into a lap cat. She drooled when you pet her. She purred so loudly you could hear her from across the room. She wrapped herself around our ankles so fiercely that putting on socks and shoes became a dangerous feat of balance and acrobatic ability.
A few weeks ago, we found a small lump on the bridge of her nose. Our vet was amazing, but the cancer was extremely aggressive and moved through her tiny body like a freight train. There was nothing anyone could do for her but keep her comfortable and wait.
This morning, Lily fell asleep in Mike’s arms, just like she had a thousand times before, but this time she left her pain with us and moved on.
So, if you are lucky enough to have a Lily of your own at home, please give them an extra scratch, an extra treat, an extra beat of your time tonight, for our under the porch and under our feet angel. We will miss her always.
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While horribly overcarbed this batch, this is Harry. My first cat. And in his honor, I try to have this anytime one of us loses a feline friend so this is for her.
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