A few weeks ago, I mentioned that one of our cats, an eighteen month old kitten by the name of Pebbles, was fighting an illness. After five weeks of ups and downs, of good news followed by bad, of days where she looked healthy and days when she didn't, Pebble's story finally came to a close last night.
She was my wife's favorite cat. The one who was most likely to purr when rubbed. One of the sweetest cats I've ever had.
Goodbye Pebbles. You will be sorely missed.