Jezebel passed away in my arms this morning. As some of you may know, I've had Jezebel since I was 6 years old - she has been a major part of my life. I was the one who picked her out - I couldn't resist the crazy kitten that was literally climbing the cage to get me to notice her.
I slept on the floor in the living room so I could be near her - I didn't want to have her up in a bed in case she tried to go anywhere and fell. I kept waking up every couple of hours to check on her. She was so still and she felt cool, but she was still breathing. When I woke up for good around 7, I wrapped her up in my arms and held her for hours.
She seemed like she was beginning to struggle, so my mom and I decided we were going to take her to the vet. But she passed away in my arms before we had the chance. We buried her in the backyard, near where we buried Hank's ashes and Charlie last summer.
I feel like my heart is breaking. Thank you for your friendship.