My sister called me this morning while I was on my way to work. My cat, Deanne, passed away last night while she was sleeping. She was about 10 years old. She was 3 when I rescued her from ARF. When I got engaged my sister took her in since my fiancee was severely allergic to cats. Turns out I was too, because once I wasn't around Deanne any more a lot of my health issues improved. For several years it was just me and Deanne in my one bedroom apartment. She was a little chunky, but she was as sweet as she could be. She chewed through my speaker wires and pooped on the carpet, but she was mine and I loved her. I am glad my sister was able to take her in so that I didn't have to take her to a shelter somewhere.
My sister thinks she had congestive heart failure and she died in her sleep, but she is in a better place now.
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