Yes, Scary’s on his way. My cat died the other day. I wasn’t there, and truthfully, it was more of my dad’s cat, since for the past three years I haven’t really been there.
He was eight years old, and had just celebrated his birthday on April 4th, feasting on a can of tuna and getting high on catnip. It was a good day I am told.
In memoriam of eight great years…
4 April 2000 – 7 April 2008
Faster we run. And we die young.
Post Script: Don’t get pissed at me for using that in this post – Pets are a big deal to everyone. You should know that.
