Spencer was born in April 1998 and yesterday we had to put him to sleep. He was dying from cancer and was barely moving and not eating. He spent his final hours laying in the bed with me and occasionally eating his “snow” (crushed ice).
It was devastating. He had been with me since right after I graduated from high school. He had been my best friend. I’m going to miss him so much.
I’ll miss his “meow-chirps”. How he’d try to get me to wake up at 7 am to feed him. How he’d complain whenever Joe talked. How he used to roll over and over just for fun. And just all the little things that made him different from our other cats.
Goodbye Spencer. I love you.