Straight Edge Life

Just took a call from my dad, who the vet calls instead of me for whatever reason, and we had to make a choice about putting Barney to sleep. Poor little guy. I think we did a lot to keep him happy throughout his whole life. He had a good home, lots of warmth, good friends, great food, couches to destroy, walls to pee on, and plenty of love from the people he owned. I’ll miss his drooling, his impressive ability to purr for literally hours on end with very little encouragement. Just a day or two ago he was laying so peacefully on me while I typed a couple of entries into SXE purring like a fool even though he was in a lot of pain. Sometimes he was aggressively affectionate. Sometimes he would just sit with you for hours. All the while purring. He drooled, he pooped, he barfed like all cats. But he was ours and we loved him as much as we could. I’m sorry to see him go. 18 years isn’t too bad for a cat.