The Diary of an Angel

I wasn't even euthanized..

Mom let me decide when I passed. And I did..

it was a sad day fur both of us. I got my wings really quick thanks to Puppie the Wingmaker.. she's like the best! Mom just kept on feeding me this yucky tea stuff, it shrunk a little bit (my tumor) then grew again. Mom couldn't get me to the vet to get surgery 'cause she was afraid I was too old to get surgery.

Sheesh, I was like..

Did SHE just call me OLD?!!??

She's old, darnit!

I swear, she is!

Mom: Don't you dare tell her how old I am!

*slaps Mom with her paw* Okay, I won't..but she's older than me! Yes, that's right!!And she calls me old..sheesh..

oldie...

Gurls like me don't have to be on earth to be pretty! Old Jubilee