Memorials

Angel was the most special girl. Her life had a rough start when somebody tied her in a bag and threw her in a field when she was only a couple hours old. Thankfully, my mother and I found her. We bottle fed her, kept her warm, and prayed she would make it. I was three years old and the moment I saw her I was in love. Between my mom and I, she couldn’t have died if she tried. Angel rewarded us with 23 precious years. She taught herself how to fetch and had the absolute best meow. Picture a 69 year old woman named Barb, who smokes 3 packs a day and drives the city bus. That was Angels meow. She was the most intelligent cat I’ve ever met. And I’m not being biased just because I’m her mom. Everyone said that about Angel. She would respond to you during conversations. She watched TV and had a favorite show (pretty little liars). She seemed to prefer folk music above other genres. We’re also 99% sure that she was fluent in English. Angel is remembered by her younger sisters, Phoebe and Prudence. Both of whom she hated but they loved her dearly. And me, her mom. Angel was my baby. From the moment we met, we belonged to each other. I was the first person she ever saw, and I was also the last. I will miss you forever my sweet girl. Nothing is the same without you. Rest easy Queen of Cats, I know we will meet again.