My Sweet Seala

She was my first friend when I moved to a new city on my own.
She was affectionately referred to as Pan Face, Smush Face, and occasionaly Mr. Bigglesworth. Her real name was Seala.
She was the best snuggle buddy when the Midwest winters were brutal.
Most days she would greet me at the door when I came home from work.
She got along with Drake surprisingly well.
She moved half way across the country with me, and took her sweet time adjusting.
She loved up on my very pregnant belly, and it was about the sweetest thing ever.
Her favorite spot to lounge was in the rocking chair. I love that she loved that spot.
She tolerated taunted Marcus, letting him get just within reach, and then would dart off before he could grab her.
She was the reason one of Marcus' first words was "yiee yiee." In Marcus tongue that roughly translates to "kitty."
She was a little sassy-pants, and I loved that about her.

Wednesday night we made an unexpected visit to an ER vet clinic. My poor little Seala was a very sick kitty, and I had no idea.

A gamut of tests and X-rays were run and I knew there was only one humane thing to do.

That night I walked out of the vet clinic without my little girl. And, my heart still breaks.