This post came at the … wrong time? Or maybe it is perfect timing. All I know is this cat was a part of my life for a long time. He is 13 years old and about 4 years ago he went to live with a family friend (at the time I was in an apartment that would only allow 3 cats… my ex had “custody” of the cat and when he died we had three cats then). She has taken great care of him and tonight my daughter called me with the news that he is nearing the end of his life. Through vet visits and time, he has been found to have kidney failure, a collapsed lung and most likely cancer (that caused the collapsed lung). The poor guy! Our friend is going to give him as much comfort as she can, but it won’t be for very long the vet said.
My daughter called him a demon cat… most likely because she played rough with him and he started to fight back. He was still a good cat with me. I remember that last year with him I had him “trained” to be a little toddler. I would stand and pat my thighs and he would stretch up my legs like a toddler wanting to be picked up. It was adorable!
I really wish our friend was closer. I would love to pet him one more time. But I know our friend will give him lots of love from us. This is one of my favorite pictures of him that they have sent us. He always did sleep in weird positions. Rest well sweet boy!
For Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #6 – pets