Loss of a family pet

Our family cat will be put to sleep at 4:30pm today. I haven’t lived with her for almost 4 years, since I moved out of my parents home, but I miss her just the same. We got Angel, our siamese, when I was 9. I remember wanting a kitten so bad. Everytime Mom and Dad would leave I would be hoping they would come home with one, I would run out to the garage door opening with high hopes. I remember going to get Angel. We went in our family’s Volvo Station wagon that was a reddish/maroon with tan leather interior. A lady had two siamese kittens in a cage, a boy and a girl, we wanted the girl. As we left it started to rain and I remember my mom putting the kitten under her jacket. I also have a fond memory of Angel pushing her little head out from beneath the jacket. One of my favorite pictures is of my mom rocking my little sister to sleep, and a tiny little Angel sleeping in the crook of her arm. I used to pick her up and take her to my room to lay with me on my New Kids on the Block sleeping bag. She wasn’ t always the friendliest, but she was incredibly loyal. Angel always wanted to go outside and would seek out opportunities. I have no idea how many times the neighbors called us to ask if that was Angel in the bushes outside. I remember once I was going to get the mail and I walked out front, and there was Angel, outside sitting on the porch and she just meowed out me. Out, but came back, victorious. As we got dogs, she got older, and resentful of said dogs, understandably so. She became my brother Trevor’s cat. When Trevor would not be home you cuuld hear her howling looking for him. I think Trevor will miss Angel the most. She is down to 2.5 pounds, skin and bones, not eating and hardly walking, it’s her time. Selfishly I wish it wasn’t. It’s just not the end of a beloved family pet, it’s the end of an era in my family that I enjoyed and cherished. That cat has a ton of memories attached to her, 17 years worth. We love you Angel.