Earlier this morning my baby girl Midnight fell asleep for the last time. I got home from work yesterday at around 4pm and decided to feed her early. Then go to the pool. I found her stretched out underneath my bed in such pain. I thought she was getting so much better. She was progressing so much, but she was never able to gain any weight she had lost from being so dehydrated. I gently pulled her out from my bed. I held her for about six hours. Then I curled up next to my kitty on my bed. She was in so much pain. I hated seeing her that way. Every breath she took I was so afraid it would be her last. When she didn't feel me touching her she would start moaning or yowling in pain. So, I just curled up with her like I do every night, told her I love her, and it's okay to go to sleep. I finally fell asleep, emotionally drained, at around midnight. I like to think that she went to sleep when I did. Ironically, it was around midnight. She always did live up to her name. I love my baby girl so much. I woke up at 1:45am to find Midnight motionless and breathless. My boyfriend Shane was by my side the whole entire time. I called my mom when I woke up. Then, my mom came and got her so I could bury her later. Martha helped me bury her. They knew I wouldn't want to give Midnight up. She was my best friend for thirteen years. I was with her every joyful second when she was a kitten. I didn't even want to take a shower without her in the bathroom. I was with her every agonizing second before she slipped. I hope I made her happy.
I love you, Midnight Angel. Always and forever.