(Got this emeow this morning:)
I am sowwy to announcify dat my kitteh Pet Me Amadeus Mozart has died. Last night, he slipped into a coma and died. He’d had dementia for some time.
The rescue shelter he came from originally thought him dead when they found him – his fur was so matted and dirty he could barely move, and he was terribly thin.
Even with years of help, he never re-learned how to clean himself and regained only limited mobility. What mattered, though, was that he learned he could be loved.
RIP Mozart. So glad that jd took care of you.
Be happeh an helthy inna Meaddow, lil guy. I betcha there am kittehs there whu will halp wash those hard-to-reach spots behind yur ears an show yoi teh bestest warmest sunnybeems. I hazza glad you got to sperience lubs on this side of the Bridge.
Go from joy to joy and strength to strength, littlol wun. Join the chorus of “I habs da best hoomin ebber!” and rest and play. We will look after JD for you. Da lubs between yoo am furebber.
So sorry for your loss, JD.
Ai kan here da stamp eed frum hear. De meadow is awl ova da gnu arrival. {{{{{Mozart an jd}}}}}
I am so sorry JD You certainly gave him a longer and better life than he would have had…and he knew he was loved. How horrible it would be to go through life not knowing that.
Now he can snooze in the Meadow with new friends until you can be together again.
Thank you to everyone. This has been a rough day.
jd-I’m so sorry for your loss. RIP dear Mozart.
So sorry! Go well, Mozart, over the bridge to join all our friends human and feline in the meadow!
It sounds as if Mozart was one lucky kitty to find you. I’m sorry for your loss.
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