Big Kitty at the ripe old age of 24 has finally gone off to the rainbow bridge. Mark and I took him to the vet this morning so that he would not suffer. We have been snowed in for a few days here in Flag so I was not able to get him to the vet a few days ago. He finally quit eating a couple of days ago and that was the sign from him. He was getting weaker and weaker and it was time.
I am devastated - 24 years is a long long time. But, I know he is off playing in the sun with his buddy Little Kitty and all the other kitties from TE. I'm pretty sure he just caught a mouse and is tag teaming other kitties with his buddy right at this moment! Oh, and of course, lapping up some spilled milk.