Heartbreak and sadness

Today I lost my best furry friend. Miss Sassy Pants was layed to rest today. She was the best cat. Sassy started out life no bigger than your hand. We had just recently lost our dog of 11 years Snowball and I was engaged to Shayne and the wedding was fast approaching. My mom and sister decided they wanted another pet but didn't have the time to devote to a dog so they decided on a cat. Miss Sassy Pants was the 2nd one they got. A friend of my mothers had a cat who had just had kittens and she brought this ball of gray fur to school and there Miss Pants slept in the pocket of my mom's shirt. Fast forward a few years and we have moved home and are sharing a house with mom while I am pregnant with Isabella. Miss Pants one day crawled up onto my ever expanding bella(y) and stretched and layed down and that is where she stayed for the remainder of my pregnancy. The 2nd day Bella was home from the hospital as she lay sleeping in her bassinet I found Miss Pants also asleep at Bella's feet. My 2 girls. For months I would find Sassy in the bassinet with Bella and then in the crib with her. She would do this low growl and slap at anyone or any pet who came near her baby. Thus Miss Sassy Pants stopped being my moms cat and adopted me.When we moved to our own house Miss Sassy Pants came right along with us as loving but as grumpy as ever. She would lay in the hall and when one of the dogs would walk by her she would swat at them and slap their noses. She was a funny cat. I have always said I am NOT a cat person. Never really liked cats all that much. My dad had a cat who was MEAN and turned me off cats. But the thing was Miss Pants was not just a cat. She was more crazy old lady than cat. She came when called but on her terms. If I would say Sassy she would ignore me. If I called out Miss Pants! Here she came running. She was the same with cuddling. It was always on her terms. But when she was ready to cuddle she snuggled right into you and licked your hand or chin or forehead with her sandpaper kisses.

When I lost my twin girls I layed in bed for weeks just crying and unable to get up. Miss Pants slept right there beside me. When I would cry she would climb up on my pillow and lick my cheeks. She knew something was wrong and would climb on my belly and always had this look on her face like she didn't know what was wrong but knew something was. With the twins she was just like with Bella. The day we came home without them she walked around and couldn't figure it out. The day they came home from the NICU she was so excited. I layed them in their pack n play at the foot of my bed and she jumped on the bed and ran to the end to look at them. I got a good swat from her for trying to stop her from sleeping with them. She was a great cat. I cannot believe that she is gone and that I will not hear that soft purr anymore but I am better for having had her adopt me.

She was an avid reader :)

Skin care was important to her

loved her pillows

loved being in the grass even with a leash on

Our last picture together taken a short 12 hours before she left us.