Poor Boots got into the couch cushions. Raven found him tonight, deceased. He might've suffocated or he might've had a heart defect or a blockage or who knows.
I know he wasn't feeling well, but Raven was watching over him every waking minute and they were always near each other, so we can't even figure out how he got there without us finding him the first two or three times we checked that exact place.
I woke up to the sound of sobbing from both the household humans. So we had a little kitty funeral with text from the Book of Good Kitties (which says "kitties don't live forever, so you must love them while you can") and we planted a kitty-garden.
So, tonight is for extra lovings on the other six. And tomorrow too, since it's a year since we lost the Chisa.
Hug 'em if you got 'em, folks.
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Date: 2010-10-31 01:29 am (UTC)From: