Yesterday we said donadagohvi (until we meet again) to Romeo, our 14-year old cat. On Thursday he got down from a recliner and his bad right hip gave up. We thought it was something he could heal from, but he would never be able to walk again… the sad decision was made to send him on rather than let him linger in pain unable to do more than shift and drag himself in agony.
Miss him so much already.
He was all of 22 oz when we got him, and 21 pounds when he left. Always happy. Always loving. And full of joy.
See you when we get there. Love you Big Ol’ Boy.