[Originally posted on Facebook: 01/17/2018]

Last night, my cat passed away at the age of 14. I was able to play with her a little last night before she died. This is some video I took a few years ago playing with her, she was a cool cat.

[New note: I miss Rainbow every day. When I see old pictures of her, I’m always reminded of how cute she was. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn’t because I left and moved to Columbus for two years that she stopped eating and got very sick. We took her to the doctor in the time between but the vet never found anything. Still to this day my brother and I playfully argue about who actually named her. I remember doing it, he remembers doing it when we found her.

We went to this animal farm, I’m not even sure what the right word for it was, but it was a mutual friend of my mom’s who lived out in the country. I remember it being wet and rainy and just really an abysmal atmosphere, and all of these animals were running around in this dirty pen that you’d expect to see livestock in. Back in the corner, huddled up and shivering was Rainbow. I knew she was the right one. I remember staying with her for days when we got her back because she would just cry and cry if someone didn’t stay by her, so I tried to stay by her as much as I could.]