It was a rough night last night. One of our cats was sick. They get sick from time to time. Usually we give it a little time, and if they don’t get better we take them to the vet. Denver was fine on Saturday, and was just laying around a little more than usual, and not eating on Sunday.
We went to bed around 10:30 and took him with us. Hey laid in bed with us and was dead by midnight. He was only eight, but he was a fat lazy cat. He was my cat. I was the only one that he would allow to pick up and cuddle with. I miss him dearly. I might blog more about him later when the tears have faded a little more.
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