Evening
Grab a kleenex -- we are greiving for King Prout's wonderful kittie who passed. So we are all trading sad stories about our beloved pets who have passed or are thankfully with us. I wish I was home so I could give my kittie a hug and a kiss and watch her give me one of those "what the heck are you doing, Daddy?" looks.
My first dog died on Christmas morning. I had her since she was abandoned in a barrel in 30 degree weather in NY by her mother. We saved her, fed her with an eye dropper for a while since she was no more than 3 days old. Great dog, lived to be 15 or so.
I have an older kittie now, but she is aging great. Eyes as clear as a bell, beautiful fur and still lives outside.
Sorry about the King's kitty.