saying goodbye to my beautiful fur baby

I said goodbye to my fur baby Mala today. She was the sweetest cat ever. She came into our lives when we bought our first house. She'd been abandoned by the owners and she stalked us from window to window. We wanted to find her a new home, but we fell in love instead, and couldn't let her out of our lives.

In Bosnian mala means little, and that's why we named her Mala. She was always tiny and we kept begging her to stay little and she did. She was under 3kg and looked like a tiny kitten.

I know she had a good life, and she was very much loved. She has been declining over the past year, and became completely deaf, and has slowly been declining further with cat dementia. The past few weeks her behaviour changed, and within the past few days she became weak and frail, and couldn't climb the stairs anymore and wasn't eating.

I'm so thankful we were able to get a vet to come to the house and euthanise her without causing her too much distress. It's still so hard saying goodbye to a member of the family, and she was. For 20 years, she was our daily companion who brightened our spirits and gave us unconditional love.

She is already missed and I look around my house, feeling bereft as it's empty of her presence.

Goodbye my beautiful little fur baby. I love you forever.