Isabel would have been 13 this year. She took one last trip to the vet this morning. We had been doing our best to control her kidney stones, but it finally got to the point where she couldn’t keep her food down.I got her from a friend who found her at the dumpster at a carwash. She was my first pet at the age of 30. She was such a sweet kitty. She used to sleep under the covers with me. When I moved in with Kris, Isabel learned to live with two other kitties and Parker.
When the greyhounds came into the picture, the kitties were allowed to run free, but Isabel and Greyson decided it was a quieter and safer in the basement.
Needless to say, Greyson is one unhappy camper about being the only kitty in the house.
Bye sweet Isabel. The kidney stones will bother you no longer.