My Misty passed away this morning. He was 14 years old. No better companion could ever have been asked for.
He was born March 30th 1992 during an evening thunderstorm, his mother was a tabby feral who decided my garage would make a good place for her labor and delivery. From that night on, my family belonged to him. We were truly honored to have had him in our lives, he was a gift in every sense of the word.
I miss him terribly. I will always miss him. He was my friend. My baby. My Mr. Misty.
Rest, my darling. Someday I will be where you are, and we'll be together again.
He was born March 30th 1992 during an evening thunderstorm, his mother was a tabby feral who decided my garage would make a good place for her labor and delivery. From that night on, my family belonged to him. We were truly honored to have had him in our lives, he was a gift in every sense of the word.
I miss him terribly. I will always miss him. He was my friend. My baby. My Mr. Misty.
Rest, my darling. Someday I will be where you are, and we'll be together again.