Well... We knew this day would come. This morning we found the beast of legend tucked under the couch, howling, clearly confused as to where he was. And... well, let's just say evidence suggests that at some point last night he tried and failed to find the litterbox. He's been staggering and bobbing his head all day, and when at rest he leans slightly to the left. His equilibrium's shot, in other words. And his sense of smell's probably gone too, considering how stopped up he is. But what really seals the deal is... Ma tried to give him some water. He wouldn't drink. That's how we knew our last cat was about to go out. The appointment's been made. Twelve hours from now, the blind nigga cat will no longer be with us. As I may have stated before, I intend to see him out. Get your salutes in now, fellas.
Well... Well, that's it. Our hero is properly buried. Lived to the ripe old age of sixteen... maybe seventeen, hard to recall right now. I've known that cat longer than most people. So... I guess it really is the end of a saga. Hard to think of things to say. I was hoping I could end on a little rib, maybe keep this somewhat light-hearted... But now it seems inappropriate. Whatever. I'll miss ya, furball.
You are taking his absence admirably well, so have pride in yourself. There are owners who have gone so far as to dry freeze their pet, in a pitiful attempt at immortalizing their lost beloved. Spoiler: an actual photo from their gallery CISCO Chris and Sandy at Perpetual Pet can make you smile again. For everyone who have loved their pets that have passed away and broken your hearts, Perpetual Pet can mend your broken heart. Don't let your beloved pet be a thing of the past, preserve your pet and keep them forever!
Coming from someone who also lost a cat (he was older than I was when we had to put him out of his misery), I know it's hard. I'm here if you need me.
A toast in goldenrod for our fallen comrade, let his misfortune be turned to fortune in the great beyond.
