I guess I should apologize for being really lazy and not coming online. I haven't had much motivation to check any websites for updates or notes lately because my baby Izzy died just over 4 days ago. I'm having a really tough time getting over it, since she was like ... my life. Reb let her outside without telling me, and she got hit by a car. I'm just relieved that it was a fast death and she didn't have to suffer, but the pain of guilt still haunts me, y'know? She made me so happy, and she followed me everywhere. No joke, she'd sit by my feet while I did the dishes, and when I was done she'd paw at my leg to be carried. She would sleep in my room almost every night, and on the few occasions where she didn't, she'd wait for my at my door until someone let her in.
She always wanted to play with me outside ... or I'd throw her the little toy mice that she just adored. I swear, they rattle, and that's how I called her before she learned what her name was. I was so proud of her for finally recognizing her name too D:
I could call her and she'd run to me and everything. She also didn't know how to Meow, and only chattered.... buh

I'm not really taking her death well at all D: