16 years, 5 weeks.
Shortly after we moved to Washington, my mom came home with a kitten for me. A teeny little black fuzzball, with a little purple ribbon around his neck. My first kitty. And for the past 16 years, he's been my sweet little Kitty Boy.
For two-thirds of my life, he has been there. To welcome me when I got home from school, to cuddle me when I am relaxing. One of the smartest kitties I've ever known, the biggest character, easily the sweetest.
My little black lion's health has taken a terrible turn for the worse, and we are putting him down tomorrow morning. I know that it's for the best, and I don't want him to hurt anymore, but the house will never be the same without him.
For two-thirds of my life, he has been there. To welcome me when I got home from school, to cuddle me when I am relaxing. One of the smartest kitties I've ever known, the biggest character, easily the sweetest.
My little black lion's health has taken a terrible turn for the worse, and we are putting him down tomorrow morning. I know that it's for the best, and I don't want him to hurt anymore, but the house will never be the same without him.