He was about 10-15 lbs. In the end he got really sick. He was meowing all the time and being weird. We just thought he was old. We didn't get him help right away. When we came back from vacation in June, my friend Megan who had watched him while we were gone, said he was screaming all the time. He rallied back from one round of weekly fluid treatments. Doctor said it was his kidneys that were failing.
He was my son and I was his mommy. He didn't care for me much though and I presume that is because 1 - he was a cat and 2 - I didn't feed him. That was mom's deal. Oh well. He was such a tiny kitten that we would often lose him because he'd be sleeping on the basket of dog toys and he blended in and looked like a toy. I loved the first time he ever saw a mirror and wondered who that other cat was. I used to lay on the ground and watch tv and he would sleep on my butt. (It's big and cushiony.) He grew too big for that eventually.
Oh well. I'm sad that my baby is gone but I love him very much and I am happy he is playing with a bunch of catnip up in heaven.
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Beautiful.
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