It took awhile to be able to write this. My sweet old man, Bubba the Love Sponge, passed away sometime during the night on Jan. 14.
He had had a pretty tough upper respiratory infection, but was responding to his new meds and was starting to eat on his own. But that Saturday morning I found the poor kitty.
Bubba was a "failed" foster. He was part of a big rescue from Brooklyn in 2004. I kept bringing him to adoption days, but no one would even look at him, even though he was such a sweet cat. I think his age (8 at the time) and the fact that he had a crooked tail and a little chunk out of his ear worked against him. But, I eventually found out that he adopted me.
I'll miss you, Bubba.
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