Almost exactly 8 (!) years ago I posted about giving up the cats so we could travel to Cairo.
And then 3 years ago I posted about getting Roscoe back.
Today he leaves us permanently.
I keep telling myself he had a great run.
He was found 17 years ago, an abandoned feral kitten, too small to even lick milk from a bowl.
He was bottle fed until he figured out the whole eating on his own thing.
He has had several brushes with illness and always managed to dodge the bullet.
This time there were too many bullets.
I am going to miss the little bastard terribly. Going to the bathroom will never be the same.
Goodbye little man.