R.I.P. Tama
Tama, my sweet snuggle boy who always loved to curl up in a nice warm lap died around 12:30 last night. He was lying next to mom in bed and Lena, our other cat, came in and was making this super weird growling meow. I went in to investigate and she had her front paws up on the bed like she was trying to see what was happening. Tama seemed fine, a bit dazed since he'd been sleeping. I go back to my room. Then mom calls me in about ten minutes later saying something's wrong with Tama. I go in and he wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. No pulse. He just... died. He'd been perfectly helathy up until now
RIP, Tama. I'm glad you got to spend the last years of your life getting all the love and cuddles you deserved. I miss you already baby.
I keep thinking I'll come out into the living room and find him sleeping on the back of the chair he liked so much. Or by the back door in a sunbeam. Or I'll go down the hallway and find him sleeping on one of the beds.
I hate how I lost him so suddenly but at least he didn't have to deal with pain or some sort of illness. No fucking clue what happened to him... maybe his heart failed. I wish I knew.
RIP, Tama. I'm glad you got to spend the last years of your life getting all the love and cuddles you deserved. I miss you already baby.
I keep thinking I'll come out into the living room and find him sleeping on the back of the chair he liked so much. Or by the back door in a sunbeam. Or I'll go down the hallway and find him sleeping on one of the beds.
I hate how I lost him so suddenly but at least he didn't have to deal with pain or some sort of illness. No fucking clue what happened to him... maybe his heart failed. I wish I knew.