As of last night, a cat I have had for nearly 12 years was put to sleep last night, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it.
Nala was born on May 1st 1998, at the time, we thought it was a girl, and even though he was supposed to be my birthday present, it seems I didn't get the privilege of naming my own kitten.
He was an interesting little guy to say the least, he was one of the few pets we had that didn't run away or get sick and die after a year or two. He was our little 'Meow Meow' and he had a love for eating chicken or Cheetos, which my mom liked to say cheesy poofs.
It was an interesting day when mom finally figure