The perfect gift for the cat person that already has "everything" (they won't have one of these, trust me
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Lost my little buddy this morning. She came to me as a 2 year old stray in 2012. The most gentle and loyal cat with the softest fur I've ever seen. She developed a few medical issues this last year, which were being managed successfully, but sadly she suffered a stroke or aneurysm this morning and passed in my arms while at the animal hospital.
They leave such a hole in our hearts when they go. RIP Willow. You'll be sorely missed.
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Beautiful cat. Sounds like you gave her a great life.
Thank you. I only wish she could've stayed longer than 10 years. The sudden loss is heartbreaking.
I am with you. We have one that just had a large lump develop and we may be looking at a second brain cancer victim in a year. Find out hopefully tomorrow...
Today was a beautiful day, Mr Poo ... a beautiful day.
It's Good Friday and the sun is shining, maybe just a bit too brightly, but it's warm and springtime.
It's unfortunate you had to go today around 3PM. We've had 15 years and I've pulled you from trouble, traps, nippy dogs, and a handful of ticks along the way. The last few months have been tough, but that's over now, so take a nap or maybe have a snack.
We'll be along to visit in no time.
Say ... did I mention today was a beautiful day?
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Cheers buddy, will have one for that beautiful guy this evening.
Drinking my stash of Salvator doppelbock. All two of them.
Only the best for old friends.
Prosit, Pook Meister.
Gratuitous dog pic in the Cat Thread. Can't resist.
Meet Mochi, the Siberian-Malamute mix.
October 3, 2020 ... a bit over 5lbs.
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March 15, six months later.
Over 50lbs. and stealing the Black Hole of Comfort
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As the pup grew, The Old Gray Man in my avatar grew smaller. Kitty suffered from a intestinal disorder that made him even more hungry as he got progressively thinner over the course of several months. I call it the long goodbye as I watched him fade away from his former size and self. It was an everyday occurrence to find him peering at me in the wee hours of the morning, beggaring for food. Thankfully, for him that's over now.
He lost the will to play but not the urge to be nosy or hunt, that was too well ingrained. He was never de-clawed as I felt it was akin to cutting off fingertips and mangling what Nature intended, even as he got naughty and shredded things.
He always loved to sniff the wind and feel the Sun. It's something to appreciate, and maybe that's one of the simple lessons the small souls are here to teach us along the way. I still expect to find him peering at me from around the corner, but I know better. We will cremate Poo Monday. Sleep tight, Old Man.