This is my Spats when he was about 7 months old. He and his brothers destroyed this Christmas tree, but they had a ball doing it. I lost him today. I took him in to the Doc because last night he stopped climbing on my lap and he didn't sleep on my pillow. He would try to eat and couldn't. He has lost all muscle mass. But he still purred when I picked him up. But I knew it was time to let go, so I did. I will miss him. He was 17 years old and had been with me from birth. RIP Spats.
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