Molly
By JJWeatherman 38 Comments
The cat that I've known my entire life is being put to sleep as I type this. Her name was Molly. We took her in when I was probably one year old, and she was already fully-grown at that point. I'm now almost 21. She's been having a hard time seeing, hearing, and smelling for a little while now. It was hard making this decision.
I knew I'd be sad, but these feelings are fucking unbelievable. I was not prepared for this. I guess I just had to get this out. Here's a picture of her when she was healthier:
She's lived so long that we would joke that she just outlives family after family and moves onto the next. I guess we were her last family.
I'll miss you, Molly.