CREAMPUFF, MY LAST KITTY

Creampuff and Linda

So, my last cat, Creampuff,  about now is curling up on that big soft lap in the sky.  She lived a good  life – 17 years of it.  In the end she was skin and bones, always hungry, barely able to walk, unable to climb into a lap, asleep most of the time.  It was time.

So why do I feel like a murderer?