Last night, Maeby was hit by a car in the same area where Molly died.
The boys drew pictures for her.
Libby keeps calling Maeby in hopes that she'll come inside.
Goodbye, Maeby. We'll miss having you curl on our laps, cuddle, and play. (We probably won't miss finding half-eaten mice in the garage.) You are such a sweet, patient kitty. We loved having you as a part of our family.
