...of thirteen years died today.
Frizbe, my cat, had diabetes and kidney problems. We had to put him down this morning.
He was a great pet, and an awesome friend. My grandparents had a farm in Crawfordsville, and in 1995 we picked him out from a litter of new-born barn cats. I named him Frizbe.
Signing the papers to have him put to sleep was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I miss him. Things will never be the same without him.
Frizbe and the Pacers were my two most favorite things in the world.