For 15 years, Betty ruled our home—not just as a beloved pet, but as the Queen. She carried herself with grace, confidence, and just the right amount of sass, ensuring that everyone, human or feline, knew who was in charge.

Betty wasn’t one for mindless affection; no, love had to be earned. But once you proved yourself worthy, she would grace you with her presence, curling up beside you in a way that felt like both a gift and a privilege.

Betty ruled over her younger brothers, Finley and Franky, with an iron paw wrapped in the softest fur. She was the enforcer of house rules, the keeper of peace, and the first to remind them that patience was a luxury she did not have. She tolerated their antics to a point, but when they stepped out of line, she put them back in place—swiftly and without hesitation. She trained them well, and they learned quickly: never challenge the Queen.

Yet beneath her regal exterior was a heart full of love. Betty had a way of showing up when you needed her most, offering warmth and comfort in quiet moments. She was independent yet deeply connected to us, always watching, always present.

On Christmas Day, Betty spent her final day at home. She left us the way she lived—on her own terms, with strength and grace.

Rest well, sweet Betty. You were our Queen, our enforcer, and the heart of our home. We will miss you forever.