Last night, our sweet Bella cat went in for her last vet visit. It was a rough decision, but we believe it was the right one.

Bella came to The Wife ten years ago as half of a bonded pair from Cat Depot. The Wife saw the pair when she was just visiting. She wanted to take them home, but she had a trip planned, and didn’t want to bring them home just to leave them. When she returned and found they were still there, she asked about adoption. Cat Depot decided to be a little bit outrageous in asking for $500 each. The Wife then wrote a letter and said she could not afford that amount, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t provide them with a loving home, and offered to take the pair for that amount. The shelter agreed, and Bella came into her life.

I met Bella as a sweet lovable cat when I started staying over at The Wife’s – The Girlfriend at the time. Bella loved people, and wanted to let you know that in no uncertain terms. She was a big Siamese who just wanted you to pay attention and give her love – and treats. The only time her sweetness evaporated was when we took her to the vet. Then she became enough of a ball of hiss and fury that we were encouraged to chemically sweeten her disposition.

When we moved to Ward Manor, Bella didn’t adapt well at first. She would get lost in the new house and start wailing that Siamese wail. Even more than four years later, she would do that if she lost her humans.

The last couple of years Bella developed diabetes and had to go on insulin. She took it like a champ. Hell, she took the days were The Wife had to test her blood hourly as if it was no big deal. Unfortunately, this weekend, that disease caught up with her and we were forced to make that hard decision.

Good night Bella, and thank you for being such a sweet cat.