I let Kasha go this afternoon. She was not improving despite intensive treatment. Her condition was only getting worse. She was barely responsive to me this morning. She purred when I held her, but she had no strength left. She could barely stand on her own. She would not eat or drink. An attempt at force feeding her failed. The jaundice was getting worse. After 17 years, her little body just had no more fight left.

I held her for a long time and told her how much I love her. Her crossing was peaceful and quick. She was ready to go. I would never have been ready to let her go.

I knew when she arrived that our time together might be short, but 15 months seems way too short. I could not have loved her more if I had known her all her life. I am glad she found her way here. Despite this broken heart, I would do it again. Loving her was worth this pain.

Godspeed my marshmellow girl. I will miss you.