It’s been a difficult few days around my house. I finally have sense enough to sit down and write a post. My house has been filled with grief and so much sadness that I didn’t even want to get on the internet.
Tootie is five in this picture
Our oldest cat, Tootie, has been on a downhill slide for a couple of years now. She was pretty ill on Wednesday morning when we got up. She had diarrhea and was meowing a lot and moving her mouth around as if she had something caught in there. She threw up multiple times during the night.
Tootie at age four. Cats's always love boxes.
Tootie at age two
Here she is posing in the cabin we had in 2005
Looking majestic under the Christmas tree
I found out later that hubby went looking for her in the neighborhood on his way to work. She was later showing up at the house that day and he was worried about her.
Posing on the dining room chair
But this post is about Tootie and how wonderful she was, although we had some trying times over the last couple of years once she began to lose her mind and get bad arthritis in her legs.
This is one of my favorites. Cats love to get on anything you put on the floor, or anywhere else.
Tootie always seemed to know when I got the camera out.
She thinks she's hiding in this pot but still posing for the picture.
Give a cat a sack or a box and they're happy
This was her tenth birthday
March 30, 2000 – September 7, 2016