We had to say goodbye to our Maurice today. Da peeps took him to da vet to help him cross. We did hear back on the results of the test on the fluid, which confirmed Moe had a bad case of FIP.
We're all gonna miss him so much. Da peeps are all cryin, da pups are sad and dejected, and me and Crockett are real down. I don't know what I are gonna do. I been lookin up to da big guy since I wuz just a lil kitten, and dat were not dat long ago. He taught me how to climb da cat tree and jump to da top of da fridge. And now he are gone. Our pretty boy who liked to give hugs are gone. Now I'm da senior kitty of da house, and I'm just 1 1/2. I don't know what to do, or how to teach crazy Crockett how to be an elegant mancat like you wuz.
I hope ya are up there in heaven wif Jezebel and Charlie eating an endless supply of tuna fish.