Elmo was a tuxedo cat who was my birthday present from my mom when i turned eight. Now 22, I miss her more and more every day. She passed away in October 2010 at 14 years of age. She loved aluminum foil balls, bouncy balls. She loved to play and had her own seat in the house. she wasn't the most friendly cat to strangers. She followed my mom around more than me mostly because of being a child and having a divorced family i was only at my mom's house two weeks out of each month until i turned 18 and went off to college and then i never came home that often. In 2007 right after i graduated high school, she got a really bad UTI and fell down on the floor in front of my mom's feet and meowed and had a seizure right in front of her. She had another episode about 2 years later and slowly started getting weaker from there. She stopped eating and drinking and my mom tried to get her to eat baby food and she took one bite and never ate again. I was in Florida at the time of her passing which kills me even more because I never got to say goodbye. She is buried up in my grandparents backyard so now I can see her memorial all year long. But knowing the fact that I never got to see her before she passed away upsets me more. I have 3 cats now. Inky who is black and white and does so many things that Elmo used to do I swear sometimes Elmo is living her life through inky. And Flower and chuck who both has been cat of the day.
"Don't ever forget to say goodbye to your pet, cause god knows i never got the chance too and it will bother me for the rest of my life"