After 16 years he was just not eating or drinking. He had trimed down to 15 pounds (from a high of 18). Over the last couple of weeks he went all the way down to 10 and 1/2.
The boy was so smart. He could count. Well he new that 3 fingers were more than 1. I used to tell him how many nights I was going to be gone on trips. He new that Cindy is blind. He used to tease her by setting behind her and meowing. When she would turn around he would get up, walk around her, sit back down and DO IT AGAIN! Finally she would yell at him and he would walk off with the biggest grin.
He had always recovered from being sick. He got colds and flu with us. One time he was so sick that his ears turned pink through all that fur. A very hot cat. He jumped on a chair piled with junk and tipped it over. Chair, junk, and cat fell down a full flight of stairs. I went down and dug him out. His back was always arched after that.
Being old he must have jumped off of something wrong recently. He came up with a limp. The white coats said that this was likely permenant. He got over that too!
Then he started getting thin and weak. We watched him over the last three weeks. Changed diet, did tests, no help. He was not the same cat. I would have loved him no matter what. I could never think of giving him up.
Saturday, Jan 27, 2007 it was over. We took him to the white coats for the "last visit". He was just so thin.
His picture is here.
This was just short of a year since we lost our Fifi. Now we are "cat free". My two little fiends are gone.
Lamoni would never come set in my lap. Please, my little buddy, sit in God's.
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