So we buried one of our cats today. Sammy joins his brother Mushashi, whom we buried the year before. Sam was in renal failure for a while, so this wasn’t entirely unexpected. It was still hard, though. Whenever one of our companions leaves us, they take a little piece of me with them.
RIP, little buddy. We’ll miss your affection and quite little voice.
Thanks, Pie. Sam was 14, so he was a respectable age for a cat. We have five cats now - and two dogs - and all but one of our buddies are seniors. All we ask now is that they at least space our their departures.
