She was almost fourteen years old but didn’t look a day over eight. She still acted like a kitten until her arthritis made it tough for her to jump on and off the bed. She tolerated it and hid it for as long as she could, but it became apparent that she was hurting. Her hips made it hard for her to get in and out of the litter box and to jump into bed with me; but she never missed a chance to cuddle. She was climbing onto the bed towards the end- she would do anything to be with her momma. She would lie next to me or on my stomach and purr the loudest purr you would ever hear. Cocoa was the most loving cat; we would press our foreheads together and sit there until the other pulled away. I think that was one of her ways to tell me she loved me. When I would cry, she was right there by my side and would wait for cuddles. She would get into my lap and rub her head against me, taking the tears with her. I will never have a cat like her.
I miss her so much. It’s been two and a half hours since I had to make the decision. I’ll be moving to a new house soon and I so wish she could be there. She would love the back yard and all of the room inside for her to roll around.