Today I put my little boy Sebastain to rest. He was 15 years old and a great boy. He was a Sable Tonkenese. He would headbutt me when I told him that I loved him. And, if he was in his favorite spot way up high, he would give me the love eyes. He loved Roast Beef and Whipped Cream. If someone went into the Kitchen, he was right behind them. When he was younger he would bite our ankles, when we opened the fridge. We played hide and go seek and Hockey. I would put the laundery basket behind him, tipped over, and he would defend the goal from mice. He was a great goal tender. He would beat the crap out of his older brother, Marty, because Sebastian was top cat. His brother loved him, so much that Marty would groom Sebastian until Sebastian would hit him. Sebastian also would hit him when Marty would smell his butt to much. Sebastian was dark and his brother is light colored that when they both went into the round cat bed, they looked like ying and Yang. When Sebastian got sick the first time Marty groomed him and when he got very sick this time Marty sat on him, literally. He was my little baby and I told him to never leave me. But, he did not want to leave me, he had fight in him, but I could not see him suffer anymore. He knows that mama did everything she could but he was just too sick and old.
Sebastian 10/06
My pretty lil' boy
Sebastian 10/06
My pretty lil' boy