Daphne

My family got a cat back in 2004, a rescue cat named Daphne. Her records told us she was one year old, but she was actually four when we got her. We had two others before her, my parents owning a longhair named Sadie before I was born and was put down due to kidney disease when I was two, and Oto, a rambunctious tomcat that we had to give away because of his hyperactivity. It was a year or two before we got Daphne, and since 2004, she was like my nonhuman sister. She took more of a liking to my mom, but I came to be her second favorite, being the human kitten. She noticed when I was sick or sad and would hang around me and I would cuddle up to her and listen to her purr. She liked women more than men, but she never liked my grandma, and loved my grandpa and uncle Tim for whatever reason.

At the old age of 16, she started struggling to get around and just wasn't doing well physically. Over fall break, my mom informed me that because of her state, they would have to put her down soon. This past Friday, Daphne passed on "over the rainbow bridge," as my mom put it.

Rest in peace, you little dork. You were a good kitty.

A picture I took of her over fall break