You may also recall that Spooky was the first cat we'd ever had. Mostly because we are dog people, but also because my mother is allergic. He was 8 1/2 when he came to live with us.
Because we are very dutiful about veterinary care, we knew that if nothing else got him, his kidneys would fail. And I gotta tellya, I have heard terrible stuff about that. But the older he got, the more we heard that he was in great shape for his age. The joke was that this one would go when he decided to go and it would be damn quick.
Wednesday he was fine. Yesterday, we came home from my brother's house and found he'd been throwing up. Spent the better part of the day at two different vet's offices and finally got the verdict: abdominal mass; it was big and it was malignant.
He was already in pain; which we didn't know. So that was it. We had one horrible, godawful day and it was over.
So without any violin music, this is how I will remember Spooky.