Amelie had been battling a variety of debilitating symptoms since November. The vet ran numerous tests, tried everything. She took a really bad turn earlier in the week. It turns out our sweet girl had a brain tumor, and so we had to let her go. She was my daughter's cat, but she hung out with me the last several years because she got old and a bit crochety with all the kids and their noise and activity. Paige found Ami and her siblings under our car back in 2004. She brought them all in, got them vetted and found them homes. All except Ami, who was the most shy, skittish, and scared. In one of Paige's attempts to tame her, she laid down on the floor of our bathroom with a plate of wet food next to her, hoping to coax her out of the corner. She came over, put her nose to Paige's, and from that point on, Amelie was hers. She’s always remained the shy one, and most of our friends never met her because she kept to herself and didn’t like too much activity. After Ami began staying with me, we bonded in a similar way to how Ami and Paige did in the beginning. Just before she left us, while we were hanging out with her, I told her: - “we were just a couple of grumpy old ladies together, weren’t we?”. She had a special meow that we called a “meep”, because that’s how it sounded. Despite hating the chaos, she was always sweet and loving to the kids when they would want to be with her and pet her. For such a small and quiet kitty, her absence leaves a huge void and we are grateful for the 14 years we got to spend with her. See you across the bridge, Ami girl. One last snuggle. Her amazing green eyes In better days She slept this way every night.