we awoke this morning to a sick kitty. He had thrown a blodclot, and an hour later we had to put him to sleep. he was the most loving and grateful kitty ever. he was my bestest friend, and we're very shocked. if anyone has any theories on where lovely critters go for heaven, or what not, we'd love to hear them. i can't stand the thought of never loving on morrissey the cat again. i honestly want to stuff him, but it's impractical and too expensive. that's how much i adore this little guy.
michael said it best, that no matter what was wrong, he just wanted love and to cuddle. no matter what, and it was always the greatest comfort in the world. he purred louder than any kitty we've ever known.
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