My Kitty...

So a few years ago I was absolutely insistent that even though we already had two cats i wanted another. So after many months of begging my mom and dad took Amanda and I to PetsMart where they were having a pet adoption fair.
After many hours of looking i found a cat I liked only to be told he had already been adopted.
So I continued looking to find a small lost looking kitten who, we were told, had been abandoned and was very ill and needed a special diet.
After many momths of loving on this tiny lovable kitten who might never grow more than a few inches she was better.
I was so happy.
After we moved and the animals had adapted to our new home we had a great time.
A few months later one of our older cats , his name was tinkerbell, stated losing weight rapidly. We were very scared for him and we eventually took him to the vet. He was diagnosed with diabetes.
It was a hard day when I was told that the best way to help him would be to put him down. I went to day that school... already in tears and watched the clock for the time i knew he was going to pass on. It was a hard day.
So after school I came home and held my kitten. We loved on each other so much that day trading kisses.
But here I sit today finding myself in what seems to be the same position with her.
It was a year ago now that we adopted two puppies on a street corner outside of a walmart. But here i sit across from my kitten of 4 years old Pixie. My baby who helped me through many hard times after i lost Tinkerbell... And now she too is ill. I fear I may lose her and I don't know what i would do if I did.
I guess loss is something we must all deal with at some point in our lives. But why now???