This was our cat, Rose. She was Tiggy's twin sister and was never a lovable cat. She would always sleep and never want anyone to pet her for a long period of time. If you did anything to her that she wouldn't like, then she would scratch you so hard!
She had a tumor on her foot and in the fall, it started growing.. and getting worse. She had the tumor her whole life, though it only effected her when she was a kitten and when she was 5. December 19th, my mom and I took her to the vet and we were told that if we didn't have the money to amputate her foot, then we would have to put her down; we had no choice, but to end her life.
The last few weeks of her life we loved her and gave her whatever she needed. She acted different as her last chapter was coming to an end, but then she was her normal self the last few ' pages '.
The dark [fourth] day [of January] came and my parents took her away, leaving the rest of us in sorrow; I was the only that cried, since I knew that I wasn't nice to her until it came to the news. As long as we all knew that Rose didn't have to limp, or feel the pain anymore, we knew that she was fine once the doctors had to end it for her.

I love you Rose... and I always will. I am taking good care of your sister now (and making sure she doesn't get into anymore trouble). I know she misses you to, along with the rest of the family.
We knew when they took your life away, that you wouldn't need to feel the blood on your foot and the big lump that had grown too much and broke.

Miss you very much, my sweet Rose.
(1998-2009)





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