Some of you may remember me posting a photo or two of my cat:
It's been a few months but I am still kinda broken up over his passing. He was 8 years old and very unique. He would always run to the door when I got home and greet me. He guarded me and my house. One time he even caught a peeping tom when I had a girl over. He was kinda dog-like.
I feel guilty. I had to move to a place that didn't take pets. I was forced to drop him off at my sisters. She was very nice to him but he was miserable. All he did was hide and not act like himself. He didn't eat and lost a lot of weight. I eventually took him to the vet where it was hypothesized that he had liver cancer. I had to put him down because he was having seizures.
I still miss the little guy.