#this isn't what i usually post but as you can imagine this throw a spanner in my schedule

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I couldn't sleep, so I drew this

I want to warn you, this post gets sad.

And I'd scroll if you don't wanna hear sad things today.

This is my cat. (I don't usually draw animals, please excuse any wonky proportions. I'm also not running on a lot of good sleep)

Her name is Angelica, she was adopted by my family, and I grew up with her by my side.

She was born in 2004, and was put to sleep a few days ago.

She made it to a whole 20 years old, she was such a sweet old lady.

I love her so much, more than words, and images can describe.

I'd known her my whole life, she was my everything.

My sweet angel, my baby girl.

I miss her so much. I'm just glad she's no longer in pain.

I just wanted to share her, share her legacy, and make this post a memorial to her in a way. I want her to be remembered.

I think you all would have liked her very much, she was so sweet and loving.

I'll put some stories and photos of her under the cut.

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I believe she came from the RSPCA?

My dad saw her first, she was with her sister Faith, they had no mother, and we adopted them both basically as soon as they were able.

I never met Faith, at least not while I was a conscious human, but I hear she was a lovely kitty.

They would both charge throughout the house, thudding up the stairs and shooting through their cat flap.

Faith would walk gracefully along the fences, picture idea of a cat, while Jelly would stumble and flop off.

She was never very stable on her feet. She fell off window sills and chair arms, and occasionally our knees if the fabric wasn't grippy enough.

She was a sweet thing, she never bit or scratched us, the most she ever was a warning hiss once in a while.

She would always greet us when we came home at the top of the stairs, and always greeted me when I woke up.

She had the silliest meows too. Think closer to a sheep, and sometimes she'd meow and no words would come out, she'd just mouth it.

And god her purring would shake the house.

The only way I can describe it is she had such a smiley face, it was adorable, and the softest fur. There was a little patch next to her ear that was like kitten fur almost.

She would always join us for meal times, and activities.

She'd sit on you/your book while reading, your keyboard while writing, ect.

She would cuddle the remote control to the TV while you were sitting on the couch, and I used to have to give her a "sacrificial pen" if she was in my room while I was drawing so she could guard one.

If we went away on holiday she would be right next to us for weeks after.

She had her own designated spot on the couch, marked by her heat pad which she was almost always laid on (even if it wasn't turned on), if she wasn't there, or on you, she was probably sleeping on a warm patch of floor caused by the heating pipes or the sun.

She wasn't too adventurous, but she was territorial, I think she definitely protected us from a lot of things, Late at night I usually found her sitting at the top of the stairs (or sleeping).

Whenever I was out in the garden with her in the summer she would often be jumping up, like a good few feet in the air, and catching moths.

She once caught a mouse, and while playing with it accidentally threw it into the chicken coop, and watched on in horror and disgust as she realised she couldn't get it back off them.

She was also scared stiff of our laptop charger wire, she would sneak past it and if you so much as breath she pretty much launched, she got over it but for a while if my dad so much as shimmied you'd see her wizz up into the air.

I miss her so much, she was my world, I knew her all my life. Id give anything to stroke her, hear her little meows, and kiss her forehead.

She was a good girl, she was such a good girl, and I'll miss her forever.