In Memory of Sheba


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March 31, 1993 — December 25, 2013

Sheba was the first pet that I got to choose. My parents took my 10 year old twin sister and myself to a house where someone was giving away her cats kittens. Sheba was the only black kitten in the group and the runt. I knew she was mine the moment I saw her. We were best friends for her almost 20 years of life. She was a happy playful cat and a hearty eater up until she got sick. Suddenly food was no longer interesting and she was too tired to greet me when I got home. I took her to the vet who taught me how to medicate her, give her daily IV treatments and force feed her but after a few days of that it became clear that her time had come. I cried by her bed that night and took her to the vet to be euthanized that Christmas morning. Needless to say I was not the best company that day. I mourned her for a year and just recently opened up
My heart and home to a new adopted kitten. I still miss her but I know she's in a better place. Rest in peace my friend <3

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