The saddest day of the year so far was the day in June when we had to say goodbye to our sweet feline friend Misha.
Misha joined our family in 2002 when we adopted her from the Southside Animal Shelter in Indianapolis. At that time, she was about two or three years old. She was named in honor of S's brother who had just a month or so earlier predicted that our family would expand. She was a patient and kind big sister to her canine siblings, and had excellent rodent hunting and assassination skills.
Unfortunately, at the (approximate) age of thirteen she developed diabetes and her health quickly deteriorated. Making the decision to end her life was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. We miss her terribly.
RIP, Misha girl.