My mom emailed today telling me her cat died sometime today.
There she is... she looks annoyed, lol.
She was around 13 years old, so she was getting up there a bit, but hardly an old fart (especially considering one of the cats we had when I was younger lived to be 22 or so). You’d never have guessed she was well into her second decade, as spry as she was. She was in very good health, which makes her sudden death all the more upsetting. She hadn’t been on the decline at all, and I’m told she was doing quite well even just a couple hours before she was found dead in the closet in my parents room.
My brother drew this awhile back.
RIP Tater. I don’t think you liked me much, but it’s okay. You will be missed.
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