Adopted him 4.5 years ago from the shelter at 8 years old. His name was Aspen, but I called him Bubba-cat half the time. We've been through diabetes and insulin shots 2 years ago but he went in to full remission.

Just this February I took him to the vets as he was losing weight. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He took the meds in pill pockets great for the first 2 months, the last three weeks just refusing (no matter what we tried to hide them in).

I'd taken today off (thankfully). Woke up at 7:30 am to see him breathing hard and heavy, had him to the vets by 8:30 and was home by 9:30 without him. It all happened so fast, even though we knew it was eventual.

My Mr. Wonderful is away in NY on a trip with his brother so had to do this on my own. I actually am OK with being alone right now. Numb as hell though.

Aspen, Christmas 2012 with his crinkle toy presents.

Rest easy, bubba-cat.



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