It is with great sadness that my sister had to help Seymour to the bridge yesterday.



Seymour was an injured stray who jumped into her window one day 8 years ago. He fell face first into the crunchy bowl and ate and ate and ate until he fell asleep in the bowl. When he woke up, he ate some more.

My sister called him Seymour because she hoped to See More of him. Eventually, she gained his trust and was able to treat his wounds. A visit to the vet found that Seymour had suffered from some neurological damage to his rear end. The vet thinks that he was kicked at some point. Seymour always had some issue going to the bathroom, but he managed.

Unfortunately, the nerve damage got progressively worse until he could no longer eliminate. He became very ill and would scream in pain. After several consultations, the vet advised that no surgery could help so Seymour was helped to the bridge.

Seymour-Sink, I will miss your little mew. I will miss your swirls. I will miss your catnip addiction. Rest well sweet boy.