My sweet Dobby lived to be 21 years old so she had a long, happy kitty life! She was a constant in my life, half of my life has been spent with Dobby. I remember picking her up from the pound as a kittenÃÃ��â,Ã��†she meowed at me and reached out to me and when I held her she snuggled against me and I knew she was the one. She was there when I graduated college, got my first teaching job, moved out to my first apartment, she has survived a few life threatening illnesses, road tripped across country with me when I moved to PA and flew on a plane when I moved back to CA. Met other pets and even some friends and family members who met her and have also since passed on. She liked to chased invisible mice on my bed, was annoyed when I brought a younger cat home (Stella) but got used to her and even taught Stella a few things, licked my tears and pet my face with her paw when I was sad, let me pet her fluffy belly, loved her wet food, loved the sun, gave unconditional love to everyone, and she was my baby and I know sheÃÃ��â,Ã��â"Ã��s happy where she is now and our souls will meet again one day.