Years ago I read an ad in the paper about a free kitten. I went to a trailer out in the boonies and this lady showed me her one kitten that she had left to give away. He was a scrawny thing with no tail. The tail was twisted and mangled. Although I was hoping for a better looking kitten, I couldn't leave him there so I brought him home. My Dad fell in love immediately and he was called "Bob" for his bob tail.
Bob lived a good life in the house. He had free reign and was King of his castle. When I would come home to visit Bob would always come over to the recliner and let me pet him. Even when I started bringing the grand kids over he endured their torture and rough housing. Don't get me wrong, he'd do his fair share of hiding under chairs and sofas (see pictures), but he never once scratched or batted them away. He was such a sweet, loving, devoted family pet.
This weekend Bob passed away with my Dad at his side. My Mom said my Dad is taking it really hard. I can only imagine watching your best friend fade away and the life being taken from them. I hope Bob is in a better place and I know that he is grateful for the wonderful life he led in our family. He was loved and cherished and will definately be greatly missed.