|Riding home with us a year ago|
The first week we brought him home, he took right to us. Not being bashful in the least about hopping into our beds and following us around. I was happy to have a cat that wasn't bothered by the kids chasing him. Though he did let them know once or twice he didn't want to play. But it was all part of teaching the kid and Mojo.
So imagine my surprise when this morning after petting him profusely and listening to him loudly purr, I walk in to then find him laying on the carpet, having a hard time breathing. Not even filling his food bowl could make him move...though he tried. And when I placed him in the kennel to rush him to the vet. He barely struggled. And I knew...I just knew things would not be the same.
And they aren't. A year after we had the best cat adopt us...he had to leave us. And I am sad and heartbroken. I feel like I should have seen signs and noticed more but I didn't. RIP, Mojo the Kitty. I hope you knew how much we loved you.
|Taking advantage of our bed|