I took my daughter's childhood kitty to the vet today. She's been put to sleep and we're getting her ashes to scatter in the back yard in a couple of weeks. She was a good kitty and a part of our family for nearly sixteen years.
Isabelle was a barn cat that my step daughter rescued and brought to her dad's house. She was not a cute little kitten.She seemed to be divided down the middle. Even her face was half one color and half another. She didn't like people much and I have a few scratch scars from trying to pick her up at the wrong time. My husband named her for his first mother-in-law, an eccentric woman whom he admired.
Issy was an accomplished mouser and even Oliver our dog knew not to mess with her when she was in a mood. She slept on the dining room chairs and left large amounts of hair wherever she lay. She didn'tlike our other kitty and he learned to leave her alone too.
Isabelle demanded our respect and we gladly gave it. She was a fine female and we'll miss her. The only other pet she liked was our cocker spaniel, Blondie. They used to curl up together and sleep the afternoon away. I hope when she got to pet heaven Blondie was waiting for her. She deserves a good freind and a good rest.
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