Sweet little Anna
our darling girl “daughter cat”…
You were born in our dining room and spent your entire life too short of a year in our apartment. I remember when you would play fetch with Alan with your string and wake us up early in the morning for head butts and petting. When you got sick with FIV we did all we could for you and so did the vet but in the end we knew you were suffering and in terrible pain and we had to make a decision. The vet said it was time Anna and we couldn’t bear to see you suffer anymore. It was so painful and I hope you understand why we did it.
I hope you can forgive us. We stayed with you even as you drew your last breath there in the vet’s office and I held your head and told you we loved you. I hope you heard… I still visit the place in the yard with the white porcelain angel where we laid you to rest. We love you so much and we will never forget you. I hope we will see you again someday
little angel.
Pamela
| Anna |
| March 2001 |
| Pamela |