Good Bye to an Old Friend

Today I took my kitty, Spencer, to the vet to be put to sleep. It wasn't easy. He rubbed my hand, and let me pet him and I took a while to say good-bye. I stayed with him for a while even after he was gone. I wanted to linger there, and found it really hard to leave him. I smoothed his fur, and carefully arranged him to look like he was having a really nice nap. That will be my final memory of the tough old boy. He was one cool cat. Sixteen years old, with a strong personality, for sure. Demanding. Cranky. Awesome. Good-bye my friend.