Arrival Story: Bana was my grandmother's cat that she left to us in her will when she passed in 1986. I was 14 when we had to put Bana down. It was the first time I had lost a pet and was a lot harder than I had anticipated. She had developed some kind of muscular dystrophy and did not have the strength to even walk let alone run and be a regular cat. Now that I'm older, I know that putting her down was the best thing for her, but she is still missed. She used to sleep on my bed at my feet everynight, and would cuddle with me. She was the only pet we ever had that actually followed me around instead of my mom (altho, she did go to Mom when she wanted food).