Random Journal entry about my cat dying

Yesterday we had to put the family cat down. Had her for 16 years. She held on long enough for my parents to move houses so that she could be buried there. By the end she was in so much pain from moving that the Vets had trouble pulling her arm away because she was in that much pain.

Everybody always said she only had a month left to live for the last 5 years but she didn't really start to show her age until about a year ago when she stopped cleaning her fur and trimming her nails.

She first showed up at one of my dads old work farms before we moved from that area in 1994. His boss announced that if somebody didn't take her they were gonna put her down, so my parents adopted her. My mum advertised everywhere for the original owners. They never did call but my parents got plenty of callers telling them that while they're not the original owner they did want to adopt her, since she was a Birman cat.

Funny how my parents named her Murtle, because anything they weren't going to keep for long was always named Murtle to them. But since the owners didn't call we ended up keeping her and she grew up with the family.