Not such a happy day here today. When I went out this morning to serve breakfast to Tunble, Violet, Thelma and Squeakers, I was greeted by Squeakers lifeless body on the first step of the porch.
He'd seemed to have been feeling sluggish the last two days and I spied, yesterday, what appeared to be a gunshot/bullet wound in his side. He wouldn't let me touch it but he allowed me to pick him up and hug and love on him. He never failed to show up for mealtimes and "loving" time. He hadn't been dead very long when I found him, so I swaddled him in our traditional "garb" and promptly buried my little boy. He was a sweet little angel and a real gentleman to the other kitties. I'm gonna miss my little Squeakers. Buck and I said a prayer over his fresh grave. I'm so sorry our little Squeakers is gone.
He'd seemed to have been feeling sluggish the last two days and I spied, yesterday, what appeared to be a gunshot/bullet wound in his side. He wouldn't let me touch it but he allowed me to pick him up and hug and love on him. He never failed to show up for mealtimes and "loving" time. He hadn't been dead very long when I found him, so I swaddled him in our traditional "garb" and promptly buried my little boy. He was a sweet little angel and a real gentleman to the other kitties. I'm gonna miss my little Squeakers. Buck and I said a prayer over his fresh grave. I'm so sorry our little Squeakers is gone.