Today the little gray cat went to be with her yellow brother who died 2 years ago. Lots of good memories.
A few tears.
My first grandson, Taylor and I each picked out a kitten when he was 4 - because he "just needed to touch an animal" (pets not allowed at his apt.)
Gray one is Chance. Yellow one is Woody.
They have both lived with me. Taylor is now 19!
We made pretty memorial stepping stones.