Daphne was my best friend.  I tried to keep her with me but in the end I knew the best thing I could do for her to show her I loved her was to let her go.  Today was one of the hardest days in my life.  I love her, and always will.  She was my girl.

Daphne lived to be 15 years old and I'm lucky that her symptoms seemed to only be intense for her in the last week of her life.  She went from being my loving little girl one day to a very sick kitty, almost overnight.  Her kidneys just gave out, I had to force-feed her with a syringe and give her IV fluids 2x a day.  For the first time in our lives, she didn't want to be petted, she just wanted to hide and be left alone to sleep.  Last night, I woke up to find her in my bed for the first time since she got sick.  I knew she was asking me to just let her go...nothing was helping her or improving how she felt.  If love alone could have kept her alive then I would never have to say goodbye.

Godspeed to heaven my little angel girl.  I love you forever.