Bella was the sweetest cat. I adopted her from a shelter over 14 years ago in Phoenix, Arizona. She recently passed away due to her Polycystic Kidney Disease progressing to kidney failure on January 19th. She was 20 years old.
When I adopted Bella at the shelter, I was told that she wasn’t adoptable. She didn’t like people from her trauma, and that they are euthanizing her the next day. I sat in front of her cage and waited. After several minutes she finally head-butted my hand. That is when I knew I had to save this sweet girl.
I took her home, and it was a rough start. It took her over six months to acknowledge my presence. She was always hiding in my closet. Until one morning I woke up and she was on my bed. Our connection was slow. We built trust with one another, and I gave her the space she needed to come to me.
I’m deeply saddened that she’s gone. She was my sidekick through this crazy thing called life. She brought me many happy memories, laughter, and an overwhelming amount of joy. All in 10 pounds with lots of fur with four paws.
She loved sunbathing on the patio, snuggling me all the time, any size box to squeeze into, inspecting the groceries, any string or yarn to chase around, she loved playing hide and seek. Lastly, she loved Christmas. Whenever the tree was up you would find her sleeping under the tree and she would run to the tree when you turned the lights on. I miss my sweet girl very much.