Despite her aloofness, Lilliput - now over fifteen herself - misses him. I know, because she has taken up his habit of yowling in the middle of the night.
RIP, sweet boy.
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Monday, May 18, 2020
R.I.P. TINKER
This sweet cat joined my household in September 2018, late in life (his and, alas, mine too). Despite several vet visits including teeth extractions, the dreaded renal disease caught up with him in May of 2020.
Despite her aloofness, Lilliput - now over fifteen herself - misses him. I know, because she has taken up his habit of yowling in the middle of the night.
I miss him too, but am glad I could give him care and love for the last two years of his life.
Despite her aloofness, Lilliput - now over fifteen herself - misses him. I know, because she has taken up his habit of yowling in the middle of the night.
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