Farewell

I'm not entirely sure what to say about this. My mom calls me up and tells me that one of our cats that we left behind when the divorce happened had died. He had a stroke, and was in extreme pain, and thankfully, my former stepdad put him to sleep, ending a long fruitful life at the age of 18. Its been a few years since I last saw him, but I loved him all the same. He was a big fluffy short haired orange American tabby cat. He loved to jump on people's laps and purr all the time. He really liked to be around people, and he just knew his place as someone that we all loved. Having never had to experience death to a close family member, this is the closest thing to someone really important to me dying. And, I don't see why it has to be any different. I cared about him greatly, and to me he was a member of the family, and it hurt a lot to have to say goodbye to him when that happened. So, I'm going to grieve for him as I see fit.

Orange, feline love
Purring forever, spot cat
Farewell, my old friend

Thanks for telling us.