My kitty died last night. He was going to be 20 this march. I know, I know... I should have expected it. But I didn't. I am horrible with change and especially death. He has been with me since I was 8. He was my baby and my firstborn. I can remember the day we went and got him. I can remember him through so many things. I wasn't even here. I was at Kelly's. It kills me that I didn't get to say goodbye and see him alive one more time. I didn't want to see him before he went to the vet to .... ok I can't even talk about that part. To me, it was just like seeing someone in their coffin. I absolutely hate doing it. It freaks me out and I didn't want to do that for Tiger. I miss him so much. I haven't been able to really stop crying since I found out. I'm a weepy mess. Apparently he was cuddling with my mother when he stopped breathing. That makes it a little better as last week he was locked in the basement so that he wouldn't jump on daddy after he had shoulder surgery. That makes me feel like a terrible person. But there is no way I could have known he was going to die this weekend. I miss him. I stare at his picture and I just want to touch him and curl up with him.
RIP my beautiful kitty. Tiger Tigger The Purrbox.... November 12, 2011. Forever love you!
Ok, I'm going to try to upload pictures again since they wouldn't last time....
Ok apparently not. it let me upload one picture and no more..... GRRRR.
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