Bits was a kitty who I bought at a pet store for $5 in October of 1992. She was a little fluff ball with amber eyes and orange and white fur. Though I got her as a playmate for our other kitty, she was most content and always purring whenever my hubbie and I would initiate playtime/cuddle time with her. She was taken from her momma too early so she would always knead her paws into blankets and suckle as to imitate nursing. With each of my pregnancies, she would perch herself on my ever-growing belly and sway side-to-side there whenever the babies moved. And no matter how many times I got up from where I was, she was right back on my belly again. My daughters grew very fond of her and loved how she would purr, then give them head butts (we called it push-push), and she would make this combo purr/gurgle sound which we called "Bergle." 

Bits was sweet at home, and an inside kitty. So when she began to develop a mammory tumor in '04, we had to take her to the vet where she acted wild. She had to be sedated anytime they examined her. After removing the tumor when it got really large, she got better for about three or four weeks. Then she began going downhill, breathing difficulties, no appetite,etc. Her quality of life was poor and it would have been selfish to let her suffer. Both of my daughters came to the vet and watched the procedure. For a 9 and 6 year old's first loss, this was quite an experience. We put Bits in a little casket, held a service, and buried her in our yard.

We are thankful for the time we had with her, and will love her for always!