Benta Crossed Over the Rainbow Bridge

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I first got Benta as a kitten over 15 years ago. She was a feisty little bugger. Loved the outdoors. She would cry and cry if you didn't let her out to play. Once she got her fill, she would come back inside. The only time she didn't like to go outside was in the winter months. But, as soon as spring came around, she was outside all day long and sometimes at night too if we let her. Her health began to decline this year. She no longer could jump up on the porch railing to sit in the sun. She would find a sunny spot in the yard and lay there for hours. Then she would come inside, eat, drink, and go back outside. When she came inside this fall, she stayed inside. She didn't beg to go out again. We would find her laying on the heater vent warming her old bones. I knew that her time would be short. I called the vet yesterday and asked her to come by and put my beloved furbaby to rest. She came today. I held Benta one last time. Stroked her fur, talked to her. The vet administered the medicine to relax her. Shortly after that, she administered one more shot. It was only a few minutes and Benta was gone. I stroked her fur and talked to her. I could have sworn I heard her purr. It was as if she was saying thank you. Although I know it was the right thing to do for her, I feel empty and sad. I'll miss her company. Rip Benta. Momma loves you. Go find Lotus, I know she misses you too.