My cat made it 18 years, it wasn’t long enough. He was in great health until the last 6 months when everything went down hill so goddamned fast.
Of all the cats that have been in my family, he was the one that had the shortest run at it. The second shortest run was my sister’s cat that made it to 22.
I miss him so much.
Some of my family members keep asking me when I’m going to replace him. And one literally asked me the week he passed away.
I don’t know if I will, but if I do it’s going to be a long time.
His favorite place to be was all up in your grill and he wasn’t afraid to make it happen
He would also wake me up by basically assuming the CPR position and going to town like a bear trying to open a trashcan until he got the attention he demanded. Usually with his paws in the side of my head if I was laying on my stomach, and his paws on my chest if I was laying on my back.
Whenever I got home he’d run from wherever he was screaming the whole way then throw himself on the floor in front of me, roll on his back, then inch his way across the floor purring and screaming the whole way over to me. Everytime I got home almost no matter how short of time I was gone.
The silence was deafening the first time he wasn’t there.
What a sweetie! Pets are the best thing ever, and I know that feeling of loss. I had a little dog for 15 years, and I was absolutely lost when she passed.
My cat made it 18 years, it wasn’t long enough. He was in great health until the last 6 months when everything went down hill so goddamned fast.
Of all the cats that have been in my family, he was the one that had the shortest run at it. The second shortest run was my sister’s cat that made it to 22.
I miss him so much.
Some of my family members keep asking me when I’m going to replace him. And one literally asked me the week he passed away.
I don’t know if I will, but if I do it’s going to be a long time.
Cat Tax
So sweet <3
He was a cuddle bug
His favorite place to be was all up in your grill and he wasn’t afraid to make it happen
He would also wake me up by basically assuming the CPR position and going to town like a bear trying to open a trashcan until he got the attention he demanded. Usually with his paws in the side of my head if I was laying on my stomach, and his paws on my chest if I was laying on my back.
Whenever I got home he’d run from wherever he was screaming the whole way then throw himself on the floor in front of me, roll on his back, then inch his way across the floor purring and screaming the whole way over to me. Everytime I got home almost no matter how short of time I was gone.
The silence was deafening the first time he wasn’t there.
What a sweetie! Pets are the best thing ever, and I know that feeling of loss. I had a little dog for 15 years, and I was absolutely lost when she passed.