Millie Colby (Drake)

7/16/08 - 5/24/23

Millie, Mildred, Mamasita, my baby girl. You came to me after our mom passed away. I still say I am not a cat person but if all cats were like you, I'd be a crazy cat lady. You were such a good little girl. You loved to sleep on my chest and came when called. You always wanted to be next to me. You tried to get outside a few times but I would never let you out. You could barely see from cataracts. I thought when you came to me you needed a friend. I searched high and low for Domino. Boy, was I wrong, you wanted a friend. Luckily Popo was there to break up your fights. You learned to tolerate him but you ruled the house and everyone knew it. You didn't care about dogs I brought home to babysit. They learned not to mess with you. You loved to roam in the car during car rides or sit on my lap soaking in the sun. From your radioactive iodine treatment to your IBD to your chronic kidney disease. I would have done anything to save you because you are mom's cat. At the vet when they called me mommy, I quickly corrected them that I was your sister. I know you have found mom and Amber and are so happy to be back with them. I know you are now pain free. I hope I made you as happy as you made me for the past 11 years. You are incredibly missed but your pictures make me smile. Until we meet again sweet girl.