My cat died last year today (The day before ST. Patrick's day)
She was a black tabby, a real sweet cat. She was with me all my life until last year. I pulled her tail when I was REALLY little I didn't know any better. So when I got older and knew whenever I approached her she would run away. She was timid and shy from then on. When she started going downhill, I wanted to try and make things right. So I made it my goal to try and get her to warm up to me at least a little. In the few weeks she was still alive I took things slow, and on the night before she passed, she let me pet her, and she purred, for the first time when I petted her.
For anyone who wants to know her name, It was Snoopy.