Life

[durham_knits]

My parents had to put my kitty to sleep yesterday. I grew up with her. We got Molly when I was in 3rd grade, my sister was so little she doesn't even remember it. She was an amazing jumper. Floor to fridge was no problem for her, even though the past five years or so, she hasn't been able to make those leaps anymore. Sometimes she wasn't the snuggliest of kitties, but she always seemed to know when she should let someone pet her for a while. She comforted me when our family friend died, when Harriet died, when my first relationship ended, when I missed college and all my friends, and every little sadness in between. She saw an awful lot of my life, and going home won't quite be home anymore without her. I miss her already.