Last night, Pippin passed away. He was an old cat. An outdoor cat. A stray that adopted us in September of 2006. He became DD#1’s cat. When he came to us he looked terrible. His hair was falling out, he was very thin and weak, he had a bad limp. As time went by, his health improved a great deal. During cold weather, his limp would return, but overall he was doing well. He could always be found on the back porch. Usually on the railing, looking through the back door, hoping someone would come out. The past few weeks he didn’t seem to be himself. He lost weight, was lethargic, his hair was coming off in tufts. I told DD I thought he was dying. She wanted to put him in the basement a few nights ago because he looked worse and it was chilly out. She made a bed for him and went down to visit him. Last night she and DH went down and she said goodbye. She petted him and he purred. DH said Pippin didn’t seem to be in any pain. They buried him this morning, down by the willow tree.
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Ahhh…I always cry when when I read about pets passing away…it is so nice to know he had his last years with love and people to spoil him.
What a cute photo of him too.
(((Hugs))) to your family today.
So sorry Aunt Rhonda. 🙁 Tell everyone I send my condolences.
So sad. At least he was warm in the basement when he passed. He was a very pretty cat! I know how it is to lose a loved pet. It was about this time last year that Smiles passed in his bed on the porch. I still miss him. He was one of the only cats that Clark let sit with him.