Cider didn’t get a very long life but she sure had a great one. She was born on a farm in a wood pile with four other kittens. I was living alone for the first time and wanted a companion. I already had one 6-month-old kitten and decided she needed a friend. Cider moved in with me and we all bonded right away. She loved cuddling with her sister, Mila, and lying in the window taking in the sun while watching the birds. She wasn’t the smartest of the bunch, sometimes just staring into a wall, but we loved her tremendously. She was always there with cuddles to get me through some of the toughest parts of college. In the last week of her life, she wouldn’t eat anything, threw up all the time, and was losing weight. I took her to Frey since they have taken amazing care of her in the past, hoping for some antibiotics and to be sent home. Unfortunately, Cider had two cancerous masses in her abdomen. We had to say our goodbyes which was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. She didn’t make even make it to celebrate her 2nd birthday. She will always have a special place in my heart. Every staff member at Frey was so supportive through such a tough day, I can’t thank you all enough.
