(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.