This is a serious post. On Saturday February 1, 2014 my cat Mooch died. She was very old, 16-and-a-half. I've known Mooch ever since I was born. She used to sleep in my baby basket with me. She was a stray and decided to move in with my parents in 1998. She could always tell if you were sad and would come up and make you feel better. She loved the garden and was very patient with our crazy dog. She will always be in our hearts.
Rest in peace Mooch
Mooch was always randomly awesomely fun but right now I feel terribly depressingly sad.