We had to say good-bye to our dear kitty, Nicky, Thursday afternoon. Nicky was around 18 years old. Needless to say, we miss her. Ryan and I had to make the decision to put Nicky out of her pain, so we took her to the vet around noon. That was probably the hardest thing Ryan and I have ever had to do. The house is more quiet (and clean) now that she is gone. Smitty, our boy cat, is getting a lot more attention from all of us now. Never take anyone you love for granted! Cherish everyday. That is what we are doing today
on this beautiful spring day.
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