Oh, sara, I'm so sorry. You gave him a wonderful life, and did right by him all the way to the very end.
(Man, I hope nobody comes by my cubicle for the next few minutes. I'm really not sure how I'd explain the tears in my eyes.)
And many good thoughts to Grace and her moms today.
Man, Bev. That was like...2003? Somewhere about? That's when he got the DB diagnosis (just looked it up.) I don't have email from earlier, but I think I got him in 2001, after my trip to southern Africa? I know his first owners were back in the US after a 2 year posting, but not sure how long they'd been back at that point.
Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end. All the techs and vets cried.
I am sorry, sara. He was very well-loved.
I know that the cattery I use will take opened food for the feral(s?) that lives nearby. They also get the leftovers from all of the cats being boarded.
Unopened goes to homeless pets, I think. I have some canned that will never be used and I ought to do that today.
Been a while, yeah. Lots of changes for him, and you, in that time. He's woven into all those memories, a part of them, and of you.
Oh god the freaky: [link] (SFW. Just. Ohgod.)
Oh, oh, oh. Why did I click? Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Heh. I saw those before. There's a relatively large part of the brain that's used to recognize human faces. It seems those pictures make that part of the brain hurt.
mua, as they say, hahahaha
And I thought the Star Trek pointy sideburns were bad ....