My older cat Carrie passed away this morning.

If you are following the story of Moe, you know that we had Carrie a long time before Moe came along.  She was given to us over ten years ago when we lived in the country.  She was about two when she came to live with us.  She started as a barn cat and after about four years she got promoted to house cat.  When we left the country and moved into the condo she came along.  She was a very sweet cat.  Never bothered anything or anybody.  She loved tuna and sleeping in a sunbeam.  At night, if I left my hand outside of the covers, she would rub her heard against it until I would pet her, and then she would lay there beside me and purr.  She loved to sit on Sally's lap in the evenings while watching TV and purr.

We noticed she wasn't feeling well yesterday afternoon and took he to the vet.  He wanted to keep her overnight and run some tests.  She died this morning.  As close as we can guess - she was 13 or 14 years old.

Moe acts like he knows something is wrong, but he hasn't started lookin for her yet.  Moe will miss her and so will we. 

She was a good kitty.