Today I said goodbye to my best friend in the entire world. My faithful companion of more then 14 years, my first child, my fur baby. Spitz was diagnosed with mouth cancer and it was a swift decline, sadly she took a turn for the worst while we were away. She could no longer eat, or clean herself...she was once so regal and proud and I came home to a sad defeated cat with stained and matted fur. The tumor under her tongue caused her to drool an insane amount and it was tinged with blood. The ironic thing is she was named Spitz because she drooled when you scratched her chin, and her name became her demise in the end. It was heartbreaking to come home to, and I will never forgive myself for going away when she was sick. I thought maybe she could last awhile, or naively that she would get better. It was only 4 days and 5 nights, and she was with my parents who gave her LOTS of love....but it happened in the blink of an eye. Today Ryan and I took her to the vet to be put down so that she could pass with dignity, grace, and in my arms. She fell asleep as I held her and looked into her eyes. Her pupils became very large and she slowly melted into me as I told her my favorite stories from our many years together. There is a hole in my heart that will never be filled. RIP Spitz. You were loved by so many, brought joy to my life, mothered me when I had none, and taught me in turn how to be a good mother. I will always love you. The following are the last images I took of her, shortly before we left for the vet.