Ong was the biggest sweetheart. She spent the first year of her life inside with an owner that was ill-equipped to be a pet parent. 



We took her in and she hid in our garage for about a week, but we slowly get her to come out by gently coaxing her and bribing her with milk (which turns out to be really bad for cats, oops). 



She soon became comfortable us. We tried walking her once with a cat leash but that did NOT go well, so we never tried that again. Eventually, she got moved to the backyard, where she had a lovely 14 years. 



When she was younger, she loved jumping up on the fences and exploring (but never too far because she was easily startled, probably due to her earlier upbringing). But she would always come if you called her name. 



She caught birds and mice, chased off squirrels when she was younger, and loved to lounge in the sun like any cat. We used to bring her inside in the winters when it was really cold, but we stopped doing that for some reason. Probably after we got her the heated blanket and insulated her cat house. 



In her later three years, she was a lot slower (no more hunting or chasing things), but she was as sweet as ever. She always came when you called her name, meowed a ton to get you to come pet her or hang out with her, and always wanted to be close. 



Sometimes I wish she had a better life (a different family would probably have given her more attention or let her come inside), but I would like to think she lived a happy life in our beautiful garden with plenty of flowers, sunlight, and warmth. She was always fed and always had water. 



She was a sweetheart. I wish we knew what happened to her or where she went so that we could bury her, but wherever she is, I hope she has peace and more love. 



Thanks for loving us Ong. I haven't lived home in 7 years, but it was always nice having that constant friendly meow when I could visit. You're going to be so missed. I'm so glad I got to see you more in the last few months than I did during the rest of my post-high school years. I wish I could give you another pet or hug, or even went outside to see what you were meowing crazy about on your last night, but I'm going to treasure the memories I do have. Hope heaven is filled with all the canned meat, flowers, potted plants, sunlight, and pets that you could wish for. Thank you for being a part of our lives.