And he taketh away.
We just got a knock at the door at 10 p.m. A neighbor. How many cats did we have?
Kramer is alive and purring next to me on the couch. Vincent Van Gogh, the father of the rest of the kitties we have, is dead. Hit and killed by a car.
R.I.P.
Much love to beautiful Vincent. My snarly old Fulfy will keep him snuggly company in kitty heaven.
He’s with Angie.
I am so sorry. I just don’t have the words. I wish I could send you the biggest hug and hugest margarita.
oh idoia, i am so sorry.
I am so sorry!
May he rest in peace!
I am so sorry to hear about your cat. How awful that must be.
I am so sorry to hear about this. Thinking of you and sending healing thoughts for Kramer, too.