01/07/2026
Today, Phoebe let us know that she was ready. Ready to be without pain. Ready to move on from her earthly body & rest. I have struggled with this reality of her needing to rest her body & soul for a while now. She is mine & Ed’s first (fur) baby. We adopted her December 5th 2010. She was 4 years & 10 months old. She chose us at an adoption event. She pawed at Ed’s shoulder while he was walking past. She caught his attention with eye contact & an adorable meow. Her fur was bunny soft, she was so beautiful. We brought her home, gave her her first bath, loved her so much. She slept with us in bed & in our laps on the couch. Such a love bug. She gave hugs & liked to groom our hair. Around March of 2011 she acted strange, was protective of me toward Ed & curled into a ball on my belly anytime I laid down. We found out in late March we were newly pregnant! Got married in April, & when Lina was born, Phoebe & Lina were best of buds! All the new toys, crinkly soft tummy time mat, fuzzy blankets a kitty could want. She shared with the baby of course 🫶🏻 In the years we’ve had her, she’s been the best kitty we could have hoped for. Always there for a snuggle & a head butt. In April 2020 Phoebe had a stroke & blood clots in her leg and tail & diagnosed with cardiomyopathy. We were told then the best route was to “let her go” but instead chose the second opinion, which was to make her comfortable. We did so & she was thriving shortly after. Since then, she has aged like fine wine. Still such a love bug. Eager for affection. But lately, her symptoms returned with her back legs. This week was especially rough. Today, she gave us that look. The look a pet parent never wants to admit knowing. It was time. I was not ready to let her go today. But she was ready & we respected that it was her time. We spent time cuddling on a blanket (on the grass; her favorite) in the backyard, in the sunshine, then we brought her to our vet. She passed gracefully with her family surrounding her. Petting her. Loving her. She was my special old gal, my furry dinosaur, my Phoebers, my Phoebalicious, my Phoebe. My heart will ache always, for one more head butt. 🥺🐾 I love you so much Phoebe 💔
