Whinger

We said goodbye to our big Whinger on Monday after 18 years together. I am not gonna lie - this one was the hardest.  Whinger was born in a laundry basket in our very first apartment after we had taken in a stray cat who turned out to be pregnant. I fed him kitten formula, taught him how to use a litter pan, carried him around in my overall pockets (hey, it was the 90s).  He was our first baby.   When he woke up on Sunday he could no longer walk. He would go 2 steps, fall down and meow loudly in complaint.

We've gone from four cats to one in 9 months. And it has SUCKED. Our last cat is exceptionally unhappy about this development as well.   Sigh.

Love you whingey boy.  xoxo