We are deeply touched by our readers who left sweet expressions of sympathy about our sweet boy.

I really enjoyed writing about his silly and cute antics over the years. He tried to make up to everyone too, even a big repairman guy was heard talking in a high sweet voice to Cosmo. He showed me his cat’s photo later.

No, he didn’t like the vet’s office, but we did! It was a practice of all women and we saw all of them over the years. We weren’t with him when he passed. Brian was a wreck. I haven’t seen him cry like that for years. He’s not well, so best he didn’t see that. We were assured their sweet attendants would pet him at the end. The vet said no one ever out their pet to sleep too early in her 20 years in practice.

Its so quiet here. No kitty underfoot! No meows!

When  our local cat cafe opens, We’ll go check it out. 🙂

Cosmo will be hard to top!

I was an old cat, at the age of 17. I was a millennium cat born in  2000. I crossed the rainbow bridge July 1, 2017 at the vet’s office in Kennett Square, PA. I was loved very much by my mom, dad and human brother. My grand beans cried for me too.

It happened quickly…the end. But the tumor on my face started growing in February. Mom said as long as I was eating and doing the things I always did, to leave me alone. I got closer to dad after his knee surgery at the end of May. It was easier to lay on his lap on the sofie, but I visited mom on her chair too. I was always glad to see her when she came back from somewhere.

My human bro moved around the time I got the tumor way down to Virginia for a new job. He was home visiting when the seizure hit me hard.

I finally saw the vet on June 30th and they made us wait a while. I laid on the floor near the exit. I only weighed 7.4 pounds and had one time weighed close to 15. My fur was lackluster and not pretty and more. My handsome face was all distorted on one side, my right eye almost closed and my third eyelid red. The vet gave me a shot of antibiotics and sent me home. That night I was restless and gobbled up two pouches of food. Then I calmed down in my bed. I was getting put down the basement as I pooed on the good rug in the living room-twice.

I was down that basement a long time that night. I looked out the window there for a while, but slept a lot. I got let up in the morning, ate and bugged them all for food again. I couldn’t let go of being hungry all the time. Something was not right. My head hurt. Mom let me eat some chicken salad off her finger a few times and suddenly I went crashing down on my side. I had to run, but I couldn’t. When I got up, I walked in circles. Dad picked me up and I was very weak. I had blood droplets coming out of my mouth a little.

They jammed me in the carrier again and there I was headed to the vet again. I cried the entire way. They let me out, and I laid right next to the exit door again. They were talking and crying, I knew the time was coming. Ma signed a paper and patted my head. Then the vet came in and took me away…..