On June 30th I had to put my baby girl, Tabitha, asleep. She was just about 16 years old. The cancerous tumor had grown aggressively on her face making it difficult to eat. She had gone from 12 pounds to 6, and she was all bones. She could go only about 3 steps and had to rest. She was fighting, but she was exhausted. The congestive heart failure and kidney disease were both time bombs waiting to go off. Although she didn't cry out, I knew she was suffering. My friend Jenn, and I spoke to the vet. It was time. She was such a wonderful cat! She will forever be in my heart. I am so glad I had Sandra paint the beautiful portrait of her! It is in my bedroom where I see it all the time! I love you Tabitha!