This morning I had to have my cat, Shadow, put to sleep. Her kidneys were failing, she was going blind, could no longer clean herself, and threw up everyday. Shad was 15 years old, which is quite old for a cat, and was a huge part of my life. She was 6 weeks old when I got her and her sister, Patches, from my friend, Betty Jo. I'd only planned on getting one cat, but they were both so beautiful that I couldn't make up my mind and ended up getting them both. A couple of weeks after I got the girls, I found out I was pregnant with Ashlyn. Usually, at this point of the story, I say the moral is to find out if you might be pregnant before getting a new animal but I think for today, in honor of Shadow, there should be no moral, but instead this simple thought: Love deeply and wholly, because what you give, you will also get in return.