R.I.P Pistache
Well, some higher force just seems to be against me having a cat. First Gizmo (who got run over by a car) then Bostich (who never came home again), then I became allergic to cat hair, which did not made me stop to get Pistache...awww. He was so cute. Sadly the veterinary found out he had FIP (Feline infectious peritonitis), so they did not wake him up from the operation anymore, but made him sleep forever.
What's really evil is that Pistache was a very, very nice cat. He listened perfectly to his name. (He even came running from the fields if you called him out of the window. Kinda like Lassie, lol.) He followed you everywhere so he could place himself beside (or on) you. Sadly it wasn't meant to be. Ironically I told him yesterday that we will be soon back for him. Luckily he doesn't understand words. I hope. Because I feel really bad that he, who is so uncomfortable amongst strangers and always needs to be close to loved ones, had to be all alone in his last night.
What's really evil is that Pistache was a very, very nice cat. He listened perfectly to his name. (He even came running from the fields if you called him out of the window. Kinda like Lassie, lol.) He followed you everywhere so he could place himself beside (or on) you. Sadly it wasn't meant to be. Ironically I told him yesterday that we will be soon back for him. Luckily he doesn't understand words. I hope. Because I feel really bad that he, who is so uncomfortable amongst strangers and always needs to be close to loved ones, had to be all alone in his last night.