It's been a few years since my fav cat died and I was just looking at some photos of him I'm lucky enough to have on my hard drive.
Wolfgang in his younger years. Notice the streamlined floof of ninja death.
And then me and him just minutes before he got put to sleep. Kidney failure. He was an ******* to the last, as a good cat should be, and he had enemies. That's as much as a kitty needs. Haven't cried like that at the vet in a good ever.
He always hated when I held him up like that by his paws and made him dance, but he put up with it cause it was me and I did it until he just got fedup with it cause we're both *******s.
He's done.
