I am gone.
No one knew—but I’ve been very quietly fighting a battle
with Cancer. My staff had noticed I wasn’t
feeling up to snuff, but—trooper that I am—I would rally and perk up and act
good-as-new.
We went to a couple of
V-E-T appointments, but bloodwork didn’t reveal anything too out of the
ordinary.
No one even knew about my Cancer until my V-E-T Dr. Jon went
rummaging around in my belly to see what was wrong. When he found what he found—oh, it was pretty
far along, too far along, and my staff bravely decided to help me over the
Bridge. (I trained them about the
importance of Bravery—especially when you’re small.)
I know a lot of people are sad to read this. I was a pretty popular guy, and handsome, and
smart, and charismatic, and never again will such a Magnificent set of whiskers
be seen in Thorntown, Indiana, USA. I
heard that lots of people were asking about me during my hospitalization.
I want all of the sad people to remember that I lived one of
the best of all possible lives. I went
from a homeless, unwanted stray to become a World-Famous Library Cat. I had 14,000 square feets of
climate-controlled Inside, complete with snack-drawers at every desk. I had multiple loving mommies, a few daddies,
and scores of fans who made special visits to see me.
My library is full of soft chairs. I’ve slept in every. single. one. I tipped every trash-can, gnawed every cord,
and found all of the best sunbeams. I
knocked over water-glasses, sat on planners, and attacked rogue Zucchinis. I never went a day without a tummy rub or a
chin-scritch.
Life was good. Life
IS good.
Thank you, blogging friends and blog followers, for reading
and sharing my adventures. It’s been a
pleasure getting to know all of you.
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| Not even this post is complete without a shot of my handsomeness. |
My blog will remain online so that people can continue to read my stories and remember all of the happy times we shared.
Purrs, headbutts, and my best to you all,
Tober
