I just got back inside from burying him. I put him in the yard near the deck so I’ll always know where he is and I can visit him.
He was my best friend and the best cat you could ever ask for. Not a mean bone in his entire body. He never bit, scratched or growled. He was a cuddle bug right up until yesterday when he came and kneaded on me before bed last night.
We got him back in 2012 from a petsmart. Originally we planned on getting another cat but Wolfie won us over, he just looked so cute in his cage lying on his back. I remember the other cat jumping on him.
He loved butter and anything diary and would always pester me when I was having milk or cheese. Just 2 weeks ago he jumped up on the counter and took shredded cheese out of a bag.
He always had health problems. When he was young we had to have his teeth pulled due to infection. And his stomach had always bothered him. I wonder if that played a role in his death.
I was with him at the end giving him pets as I watched him take his final breaths.
I love you my little peanut head and hope to see you again someplace better when I pass on to.
I’m so sorry. He was a lovely cat, always enjoyed your pictures of him and I know he knew you loved him. That’s our blessing and curse as cat guardians: we get all the love, but in return we agree to be with them until the end, to help ferry them to their deaths, holding them to their last breaths. I know Mr. Softie appreciated you to the last. Thanks for being there for him.