Goodnight, Puss

At one time, we had four cats. When we moved, we thought it best to let the two 18 year old (littermate) cats stay in the original house as the boys' father was moving in and had been there when they were little, loved them to pieces, and they were getting a bit of kitty dementia so we did not want to stress/confuse them with a move.

Just before we moved last August, Inky, the cat we rescued from a shelter when she was 10, passed away. Last night, Puss, the 18 year old matriarch kitty, joined her.

She wasn't eating, had trouble standing, and was unable to even drink from the water bowl next to her as she no longer had the muscle control. It was time. It's just kind of sad that her littermate Boots is so far gone with kitty Alzheimer's that she probably won't even notice her absence.

So, here's to Puss - hopefully she and Inky will bitchslap each other into eternity the way they so enjoyed in life. :)