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Man, I am gutted. That cat was with me for over a quarter of my life. He was a bit of a pita - kind of a spaz, hid from strangers until the last year or so, and all of 2014 has been really hard as he struggled with digestive issues and rarely let me sleep more than 2 hours at a shot. But we're all a pita one way or another. My brief FB eulogy:
After a rough year or so and slow decline, Thursday night at midnight Milo wanted to have one last walk in the back yard. Friday morning he was weak and dehydrated, this morning the vet came to the house and helped Milo pass peacefully to a better place. Here's to a wonderful 14+ years together after rescuing him as an adult from a shelter in '00. Or considering he was always there through six different homes and two marriages, maybe he rescued me. God speed my friend. Namaste.
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