Such is life, isn't it? First sweet, then bitter, bitter, then sweet.
It can go from this on a lovely April Sunday:
To a lovely April afternoon two days later and a phone call telling you that your kitty has a large mass in her abdomen that is not operable and is surely cancer. The only humane option is to put her to sleep.
Those are the bitter parts of life, the one hour of notice you get before your thirteen-year-old companion passes on.
Little Isabel. She moved with me all over the country. She made it to Minnesota, and then she slowly went downhill. She quit eating and drinking, she lost five pounds.
This was the last time I got to see her. I wanted to have one last picture to remember her by. Sleep sweet, little Bizzybel. Mama will miss you.