Little Poof

Little poof, that's what Nathaniel would call our sweet kitty Annie. We had to put her to sleep yesterday. Her health has been failing slowly over the past year and even though she still seemed like she was in good shape, she starting going to the bathroom all over the house, which is very unlike her. We hoped that she would last a lot longer because she was a great companion. As you can see from the pictures, she didn't do much besides move from one nap place to the other. We just loved having her around.
Annie was found as a kitten in 1992 by my uncle Paul. He was in college at the time so my Gramma Thompson took her in. That's how she got her name, little orphan Annie. We lived with my Gramma the first year of our marriage. Gramma asked me if I would take care of Annie after she died and of course I said yes. I was told later than even on her deathbed, that was her main concern, is Annie going to be taken care of? At the time, we were in transition from one house to the other and didn't want to shock Annie by moving her twice, so we left in Gramma's empty house for 2 months until we moved into our new home. Even though people dropped in to check on her and feed her, I feel that those 2 months really affected her. I didn't know what else to do.
Once she moved into our home, she was the star. She was showered with affection and attention. She loved nothing more than to take a nap in the sun or in front of the fireplace. She practically lived on our bed. Her favorite sleeping spot was on your chest right below your face. I loved nuzzling my face into her soft fur. She slept right next to me almost every night. She was such a gentle spirit and my greatest comfort came from my mom when she said, "You are sending her back to Gramma." We love you Annie and you will be missed.