I can't believe it's been 6 months today since our darling 6 toed Mutt went
to The Bridge on his own at age 19. He was less than a year old when he
wandered into our lives and stayed. He was such a sweet kitty and he was
DH's velcro kitty, who had the loudest purr that could be heard 3 rooms
away. He had a great sense of humor, would stand in his dry food, slept
on
his own pillow between us, and could actually say the words 'Mom' and
'milk.'
He swatted at the raccoons and squirrels that came into the house we lived
in then.
He'd been sick for the last few days of his long fun filled life and when
he
got sick suddenly from kidney failure, he cried when he peed and could
hardly stand. He slept on our big bed and we spent a lot of time with him
and on Dec 9, a Sunday, I told Mutt it was okay for him to take a nap and
wake up at RB, which he did. We were out of the room when he went to the
Bridge and I still feel so sad about that. He was always such a
considerate
kitty. I truly believe he gave Mosey and Pookie instructions on how to
take
care of us after he 'went home'. When his spirit left his poor old body,
I
could see the others he knew go 'Woo Hoo...Mutt's home'.
I can still see glimpses of him sometime out of the corner of my eye,
and no, I'm not crazy in that aspect.
We miss you SO much Mutt.
Love
Meowmie Kyla & Paw Dutch
sad
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