As most of you know, Roo has been sick for the past few weeks. A week ago the vet said he was getting much better, but four days after that he took a downward turn and we found it had gotten into his bone marrow. There isn't much they can do at that point, especially for a cat of 16 years. I brought him home and had one last night with him, cuddling in bed together.

He was such a good boy, really just so sweet and lovey once he warmed up to you and he adored Kirk and Pippin so much. I was there when he was born, actually helped birth him. I held him when he was born and I held him when he passed. He was the last of his line. My sister's cat, Zippo, and my cat, Papa Bear, had four kittens and Roo was the last to go. It feels like breaking ties to my youth, somehow. We got Zippo when I was 18 and Papa Bear when I was 19. Then Roo and his siblings were born about 2 months before my 21st birthday. Roo was with me through most of my 20s and 30s. I will miss him so much.



Roo-Roo Kitty-Cat
April, 1999 - June, 2015
When he loved you, he loved you forever. And I will love him forever, my sweet boy.