my last photo of Spooky

If you read my blog, you know that I have 5 cats.

Last night, Spooky died.

He was a strange one.  He drank his water by dipping his paw in the bowl.  He ate like that too.  He ruled the roost and the neighborhood. (My hubby found him at an airport abandoned by his mother & only several weeks old.)

Out of the 5, he was my least favorite, the least friendly and unliked by the other 4 cats.

But today, I feel like a piece of me is missing.

We get so attached to our pets.  Don’t we?

Last night he was fine and then he wasn’t.  He started crying and wouldn’t stop.  He started limping and couldn’t get comfortable lying down.  He cried and cried and cried louder.

Eventually, in the middle of night, my hubby took him to the vet.  We couldn’t stand to see him suffer.

Apparently he was experiencing congestive heart failure and because of it, his lungs has filled with fluid and he had a blood clot in his leg.

We put him to sleep so he would not suffer any longer.

RIP Spooky.  I will miss you!

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