Rest well at the RB baby and say hi to your momma and daddy for me. I'll try to tell his story through tears
I few years before i was born My mom had a tabby named gretta and my dad had a cornish rex named rex. They had 2 kittens, Elsa and Mickey. Elsa found a new home and Mickey stayed with us. He was almost 17 years old. He lived at my grandparents house and I got to see him a lot. I lived with him from 6 weeks til I was 4 years old. Last year he got very sick, something mysteriously like west nile. he fought it off but was never the same. My grandparents wouldn't tell me what was up but we all knew his time here was precious and nuimbered. My mom just called me to say they finally had to have him PTS because he wouldn't eat and just sat there and slept and woke up screaming and confused. I'll try to find a picture for you.
This is particularly hard on me because he's one of my first to go to the RB
I'll never forget the way you loved cheetos,
licked photos,
ate styrofoam,
layed on whatever we were doing to get attention.
I'm glad he's in peace no, he never was himself after the incident