Today was hard.

Today was hard. We lost Ember (the cat with the gremlin voice).

She was fine last week - even playing. But on Friday I noticed that her stomach was super noisy, and later the poor thing had diarrhea and tried throwing up at the same time. We thought maybe something had upset her stomach and the plan was to take her to the vet today if she wasn't feeling any better.

She ran to the litter box several times over the weekend, trying to use it (but unsuccessfully). Her appetite was low and we still believed she had an upset tummy. This morning, though, she wouldn't even try to eat her stinky treats that she loves.

We got her in at the vet and decided to leave her so they could run some tests. Well, the news was not good. The doctor found a giant tumor in her lung. Shaun is 100% against letting them suffer, as am I, and the vet said that anything we did would be a very short-term solution that may not actually help her feel better. So the hard decision was made, and we let our sweet girl go.

My Alabama rescue peeps will remember her as Boo, the scaredy-cat from the shelter. But she'll always be our sweet, gnarly-voiced Ember who loved punching you in the chin with her head and getting super-squeezy hugs. This was one of her last hugs from her favorite person. She was actually purring (she REALLY loved to be squished). ❤️❤️❤️