Our beloved cat Annie died on Sunday. This was really sad for our family, but I think saddest for me. I really loved my cat. I am not a huge animal lover, except for my animals. She was the sweetest cat ever. She was around 15 years old. We had her for 7 years and wish we could of had her since she was born. She loved her tummy rubbed (which not many cats do) and she could never get enough attention (love). I truly believe Heavenly Father gives us these special animals to love and for them to love us in return. My brother gave us her when Kate was in Kindergarten. We weren't looking for a cat, he just came across her and asked us if we wanted her. Here is the interesting story of how my brother found her..................................My brother was working on a building not far from our house and the people working in the building were complaining of a loud noise up in the attic. So, my brother went up into the attic and really thought there was a bobcat living up there. It was dark and all he heard of a load "roar" and she tried to attack my brother. My brother was really scared and he isn't easily scared. He ended up seeing that it was just a cat and then caught her. He took her to the pound and they gave her some shots, noticed that she had been fixed before, and checked her out to see if she was o.k. The pound was pretty full with cats and they asked my brother if he wanted her. He really didn't, but took her anyways. He then called us and told us what had happened and asked us if we wanted her. I was kind of like, not really, but o.k. We had just gotten rid of a dog because we didn't have time for him. But I thought, o.k, since a cat is less maintenance. When he brought her to us, I thought, "this is the saddest looking cat I had ever seen." She was skin and bones, her fur was dull and dirty and she needed to be brushed. She was dehydrated and couldn't meow. So since she couldn't meow, she must of sounded like a bobcat to my brother. I really didn't think it would work out with us keeping her. She was really scared. She had a huge scar, about 1/2 inch wide, that almost wrapped all the way around her neck. Her ear was chewed up too. We were really careful of her because my brother said she wasn't very nice. It only took about 2 days of her being with us and she was the nicest and lovingest cat ever. She really knew that she had gotten herself into a good thing and wasn't about to mess it up. Anything is better than living in an attic with no food or water. My brother said that there were bones up there in the attic, that she had caught to eat. We named her, "Little Orphan Annie." But just called her Annie. Every time my brother would see her at our house, he was amazed at how nice she was. And she was. We got a new cat, Molly, 2 years ago and Annie accepted her and treated her like it was her baby. She would clean her. It was cute. She wouldn't hurt anyone. She was the lovingest cat you ever saw. I am glad she was a part of our family. I will really miss her. It isn't the same without her.
